By Gil Hanrahan in Townsville
There is something
in the air at the seaside hamlet of Cardwell, Far North Queensland. Maybe it is
the sweet fishy aroma wafting in the seaside eddies, drifting from the cafés
next to the waterfront.
Or
it could be the fishermen who clean their catch leaving smelly titbits near the
wharf or the tourists who sit at the picnic tables on the beachfront munching
on their beef burgers or fish and chips letting their kids and dogs play on the
nearby sandy shore close to the water.
Whatever is in the
air has not only attracted a large crocodile which for years stalked the
beachfront-it has affected the heads of some residents who are mourning the
death of this 4.5 metre man-eating monster which was found shot in a small
creek recently.
The
Far North’s tiny minority of croc worshippers has attracted big media attention
for staging a memorial event to grieve over its death.
Fortunately
some good Samaritan shot this awful monster before it ate an unsuspecting
tourist or one of their kids.
Such
is the anti-human sentiment which prevails among the north’s tree climbers and
cave dwellers. This tenor has a great hold on a minority of agnostics yet
morbid animal worship drives Labor and Green’s policy of doing nothing about
the exploding croc menace which has driven away tourists in droves. Likewise the
worship of disease-laden flying foxes which these dreadlocked few want to leave
roosting in the Cairns CBD creating foul-smelling aromas and leaving
paint-peeling, toxic droppings across car bonnets and windscreens.
The
increasing croc and bat infestation has done more damage to the north’s
once-famous waterways maxim; ‘beautiful one day and perfect the next’ than Bill
Shorten arriving last week in a red bus.
Link at knuckledraggin.com
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