Paul was found by his uncles today, sadly, dead. I guess there is some small comfort in the fact that they did find him; that they at least won't have to go through the anguish of 'not knowing'. But... it is a small comfort.
And the death toll is... incomprehensible.
I found it interesting, and not a little scary, to hear that the force of the quake was such that the planet actually wobbled on it's axis. Surely this will have repercussions?
Can I just say here how much I hate the media? Watching the news tonight (and yesterday for that matter), I just wanted to climb into the TV and throttle the TWAT behind the desk. Not to mention the idiots 'on the spot' in Phuket and SriLanka. Like ghoulish vultures, desperately prying all the gory details out of the survivors. When one of the survivors - a man - was obviously getting teary discussing it, the reporter proceeds to literally feast on him! "You look upset, mate. Can you tell us why?" FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Last night the 6 o'clock news spent at least 10minutes on the tragedy (which is a significant amount for them), but the next news item was - to my horror - people being trampled at the opening of the post xmas sales! Seriously take-them-away-in-an-ambulance trampled. As if the subject wasn't sickening enough, the contrast of putting it back to back with the earthquake/tsunami disaster... Story 1- thousands dead, thousands more suffering and fighting for their lives. Story 2- hundreds fighting over getting the cheapest fucking television?!
Then, of course, we moved onto SPORT, which is the major religion here in Australia. *sigh*
There are days when I believe the human race deserves itself.