Between a croc and a hard case ...

OK, now my brain hurts.

Steve Irwin, the ebullient "Crocodile Hunter," founded the Steve Irwin Conservation Foundation to help protect habitats and wildlife. He created rescue programs for some of Australia's most beloved creatures, and led efforts to rescue some less beloved. He helped found International Crocodile Rescue. He established the Lyn Irwin Memorial Fund, where all donations go directly to the Iron Bark Station Wildlife Rehabilitation Center with 3,450 acres of wildlife sanctuary. He also owned 83,000 acres of endangered Acacia Woodland in southwestern Queensland and started the Brigalow Belt Conservation Project. He bought up enormous portions of Australia for the sole purpose of conserving habitats for wildlife. He started endangered species breeding programs for ten kinds of reptiles, birds and mammals. He has also established breeding programs for at least eighteeen vulnerable species. Steve helped fund field studies for scores of species of crocodilians, lizards, snakes, mammals, and birds in order to help stave off their habitat destruction and learn exactly what it is those species need to survive. He is responsible for the rescue and well-being of thousands upon thousands of animals from all around Australia. And through his effort to educate and entertain, he has single-handedly raised conservation awareness across the globe.

However, in an article on their website titled "Steve Irwin: Not a True 'Wildlife Warrior,'" PETA takes aim at Irwin, saying:

Self-professed wildlife warriors make their livings by harassing and mishandling animals who are minding their own business in their natural environments. Animals' homes are invaded, their nests and dens are disrupted, and they are dragged by their tails, netted, roped, and forced to endure physical invasion of their personal space as the exhibitors jump on them and wrestle them to the ground....

These celebrities' work becomes more about showboating egos and titillating audiences at the expense of animals than about education. Does the public really need to see someone dragging a frightened snake out of a hole and flailing the animal around on a stick in order to realize how important and morally imperative it is to respect and protect that animal?

OK. I guess that's one way to look at it.

But at the same time they bash a man who, as far as I know, never said an unkind word about anyone, they gush over "compassionate Cowell" ! Yup, Simon Cowell, the "American Idol" host who's probably reduced more people to tears than all of my ex-husbands combined. Cowell teamed with PETA for a TV public service announcement reminding people not to park their pups in sweltering cars.

"Far be it from me to be critical, but I find it really appalling that this year, thousands of dogs will die of heatstroke inside parked cars," says Cowell.

Don't understand who or what is served by overlooking all the good Steve Irwin did just to slam him on the occasion of his death.

And to laud Simon Cowell for the ability to make a complicated moral distinction like "Maybe some people are surprised that I like animals, but there's a bit of a difference between telling someone who's a useless singer, 'You're a useless singer,' (and) drowning a puppy...."

Guess I'm just difficult to impress.

Pointing and punching ...


Anna Maravelas, in a (sorry) marvelous article in the September O Magazine, says that "modern civilization is teetering on the brink of emotional idiocy. Cynicism, irritablity, anger, depression and hostility are all on the rise."

The article is called "The Two Self-Defeating Habits of Otherwise Brilliant People," and while I don't claim to be brilliant, I sure thought the article was. Maravelas, a corporate peacemaker, author of “How to Reduce Workplace Conflict and Stress” and founder of TheraRising, Inc., in St. Paul, says that at the root of every conflict is one of two behaviours: blaming someone else when a problem arises or blaming ourselves. "They grow out of the same thinking pattern," she says. "I'm frustrated because of someone's stupidity. The only difference is the target: another person or ourselves."

This line of reason resonated with me particularly because of a car trip I took last week. I was treated to what I've variously called since the most unpleasant, ugly, ignorant, bigoted diatribe I'd ever had the misfortune to be stuck listening to. I was mentally stuttering like Daffy Duck in a rage, not knowing where to begin to refute the crap I was listening to. But all along, at the back of my mind was the question: where in the world was all my friend's anger coming from?

More importantly, what do you do about it? Maravelas says the prescription is curiosity. She relates a hypothetical situation in her book and in this article to illustrate her point. She tells a story of a woman who stops at a red light, looks in her back seat, then gets out of the car and doing something back there, all the while other people are piled up behind her and the light has changed. It's easy to imagine the things the other drivers are communicating by thought, word and deed at this point, but Maravelas says the incident was based on a true story she read in the newspaper: the woman was out of her car because her toddler was choking in the back seat and she was trying to clear the child's throat.

Some CEOs tell Maravelas that instead of BO (blame others) and BS (blame self), they're using BIBS (baby in the back seat) as a kind of code word for an effective response to frustration. "It's code for 'There's something going on in the other person's life that I can't see," she says. "If I knew what it as, his behaviour would make sense to me.'"

So the insights in the article are working in my life in two ways. The first, not surprisingly, is a desire to hand the article to my friend with some tactful little preface like, "You're cynical, irritable, angry and hostile and as a result of your ignorant rant the other day, you need to read this article and pull your head out of your ass. And engaging your brain before you open your mouth wouldn't hurt either."

The other, much more useful application of this new way of looking at things is to see how often I have created a problem by a) not taking into account the BIBS ... b) not questioning my assumption that someone has to be at fault ... and c) that the only two options when there's a problem are that I'm to blame or someone else is.

So ... in conclusion ... there are perhaps things going on with my friend that I don't know. I am, however, allowed to decide that if I find someone else's attitudes so offensive, it's the most respectful solution to either suggest we no longer discuss topic x, or, (as may be the case in some recent situations in which I find myself), perhaps we need to absent ourselves from one another.

There are also things going on in OTHER people's lives that may be mitigating circumstances, but my friend will have to figure that one out without me.

And most importantly ... perhaps someone doesn't always have to be TO BLAME ... and there may be other options when it comes to dealing with problems.

Hmmm.

I hear emotional health knocking on the door. I shall put my head under a pillow and sing loudly until it goes away ...



http://www.therarising.com/oprah.cfm

Undermedicated and Politically Incorrect ...

My "where were you when the planes hit" story is even less interesting than most ... I checked the wire either just before the talk portion of my show or just after I got off the air -- I can't even remember now. There was a one-liner from the AP about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. I think everyone at that time thought it was a small plane with "some idiot" or something behind the controls.

Guess we were wrong.

I don't think, even five years later, that we've begun to grasp what the events of 9/11 mean. I think they were too big for us to grasp five years ago and they perhaps still are. Plus I think they mutate over time, the way anything will after you've learned more about it, not to mention chewed on it over and over again. I also think that for those of us here in the Midwest, perhaps, in particular, we will never fully understand what those attacks meant to the people who live in New York.

So it's perhaps a measure of my tunnel vision ... my depression ... or an inability to see past the end of my nose that for five years, every time there's an interview with or about the 9/11 widows, all I can think is I lost a marriage, too -- and no one gave a damn.

I had a conversation with a friend once, a widower, who agreed that, although losing a beloved partner to death is awful, at least you know you were loved. For five years I've listened to and read about these women recalling the wonderful love of their husbands, and I think, "You had that and I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?!"

My husband's gone, too. But he quit loving me and then he split. He decided drugs were more important and I didn't have any more choice in the matter than the 9/11 widows. I'm raising a child alone, too. But nobody's writing articles about me, or sending me money, or offering me speaking engagements or feeling sorry for me -- in fact, if anything, the assumption is I'm somehow to blame. You don't get a life insurance payout when your spouse relapses, either. The same government that didn't forsee someone using a jetliner as a WMD can't win its "war on drugs" either. And the same government (loosely defined, of course) that will bend over backwards now for 9/11 victims can't even be bothered to enforce a child support order half the time. The father of my daughter is still around, making trouble for me, breaking his daughter's heart, poking at old wounds ... and yet it's the widows that garner all the sympathy? They were loved! People are looking out to make sure they're kids are taken care of! If your heart is going to be broken regardless ... they've got it made!

And now the 9/11 widows are remarrying. One gal was quotes as saying "She wasn't meant to be alone." I'm glad God came through for her, but what about the rest of us? Are we meant to be alone? What did we do to rate that?

OK, granted ... it's been a rough seven years ... the state still hasn't posted the check that I thought was coming last week and as a result I'm a little Effexor-deprived ... so the next post will take a more critical look at this line of thought (and I can hear my therapist applauding from here ...)

Perhaps it's just a coping mechanism. Take a tiny piece of the whole enormous experience ... get honked off about it -- voila! Instant coping mechanism!

Or maybe I am the solipsistic, emotionally stunted person I suspect I am ...

"I Will Not Fear" by John Flynn


Here is one of two songs I want to listen to today. Played them both on my show this morning, as a matter of fact. According to the liner notes, John recorded this 14 days after 9/11 and added it to his cd "To The Point."


He takes off his old baseball cap and slowly bows his head
As thousands stands in silence for the missing and the dead
And when they've played the anthem and the crowd begins to cheer
He holds up a cardboard sign that says I WILL NOT FEAR

(chorus)
I will not fearI will not fear
Say it in a voice that’s loud and clear
Sing it out for all the world to hear
I will not fearI will not fear

She joined up because they’d help her pay for her degree
Her daughter calls her Mommy – to the Corps she’s PFC
Soon they’re shipping out so as she gathers up her gear
She writes a quick note home and signs with love - I will not fear

(chorus)

She shows the girl her boarding pass and checks in at the gate
She thought of canceling the trip but some things just won’t wait
She hasn’t seen the grandchildren in well over a year
She takes an aisle seat, says to herself - I will not fear

(chorus)

The son of Arab immigrants, he’s in the second grade
Walking from the bus stop as the school bus pulls away
Across the street some bigger boys yell We don’t want you here
He swallows hard and whispers to himself - I will not fear

And in this land of the free - in this home of the brave
The voice of human courage cries I will not be a slave
To the ones in shadow who’d see freedom disappear
Won't you send a message right now... say - I will not fear

(chorus)

© 2001 Flying Stone Music

"Not With My Jesus" by John Flynn


In the midst of all the breast-beating and flag-wrapping that's bound to take place today ... this is another song I want to listen to again today. You can get more information about John Flynn and hear snippets of these songs here: http://www.johnflynn.net/lyrics/lyricsframe.htm but try to hear the full versions somehow. They're incredible.



The preacher looked down from the pulpit and cried
"We hold the keys to the kingdom my friends
When others sin it’s for us to decide
It is our duty to judge and condemn."

Then one timid soul made a very brave choice
And from the back of the church came a voice
"Not with my Jesus you don’t!"
A teenage girl said "I am sorry but I…
know that pure love welcomes us when we die
You tell some people it won’t
Not with my Jesus you don’t!"

The Mullah said "Yes the great Satan defiles
the land of the prophet, may his name be blessed
And so we pray that the infidel dies
in jihad which we unleash on the West"

Then one timid soul made a very brave choice
And from the back of the mosque came a voice
"Not with my Allah you don’t!"
One old man cried from his mat on the floor
"It is the great God of love I adore
You say to kill but I won’t
Not with my Allah you don’t!"

Not with my Allah!Not with my Yahweh!
Ha-Shem, Brahma, or Vishnu
What in the name of all that is holy
have we been letting men do?

The Great Spirit looks down upon the blue sphere
As many invoke its holiest names
to spread intolerance hatred and fear
And to those people the Spirit exclaims
"You know that I have been patient with you
but I see your hearts and the damage you'd do
Not with my children... Please don’t!
I gave you each other to care for and love"
But this world ignores God's plea from above
Perhaps if we speak out it won’t ... say
Not with God's children you don’t!

© 2003 Flying Stone Music

Pass the Kleenex ... it's "America's Funniest Videos" ...


Weeping over "America's Funniest Videos," of all things ... clips of animals trying to talk.

Although I don't believe dogs can use actual words to communicate the way, say, some apes can ... it still breaks my heart to think of the lengths our animal companions will go to to try to please us ... communicate with us in a way that they hope is meaningful to us. Dogs and cats aren't even BUILT to speak ... but they try so hard ... and we find their efforts "amusing."

Do we spend any time at all trying to figure out how to communicate with them in a language they can understand? Other than how to establish/enforce dominance?

Reminds me of something John Gray wrote Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus... something along the lines of how the subordinate group in a situation (racial, sexual, political, social, what-have-you) will spend a lot of time studying and learning about the dominant group ... but the dominant group, on the other hand, spends very little time if any learning anything about the subordinate group.

Having an animal companion is a humbling experience ... or it should be ...

Oh very young ... my life has meaning again!


from the Globe and Mail ...

Cat Stevens to release first album in 28 years

New York -- The artist formerly known as Cat Stevens will release his first pop album in 28 years this fall.
Stevens, who changed his name to Yusuf Islam after converting to Islam in the late 1970s, has signed with Atlantic Records in conjunction with his Ya Records label, it was announced Thursday.

"I feel right about making music and singing about life in this fragile world again," the 58-year-old singer-songwriter said in a statement.

The album, An Other Cup, is scheduled for release in November. His last studio album was 1978's Back to Earth. AP

It's not like I knew him ... but why am I so miserable?

Experts ponder public grief over Irwin
Anna Salleh
ABC Science Online
Friday, 8 September 2006

This week's mass grieving in response to the death of Australian crocodile hunter Steve Irwin is part of a fairly recent phenomenon dependent on the mass media, say experts.

But how do we make sense of this public grieving for the loss of someone most have never met?

We generally think of grief as being associated with the loss of people we're very close to, like a family member, says psychologist Grant Brecht, of the Australian Psychological Society.

But he says we can feel close to someone we have never met if we come to know and like them through their appearances in the media.

"We conjure up in our own mind feelings and thoughts about what that person would be like," says Brecht.

And when they die we respond as if we did in fact know them.

"We can experience grief almost at the same level as we may well do with a family member," says Brecht.

"People would have felt an affinity with Steve," he says. "He was a bit of an Australian icon, a bit of an Australian larrikin, someone who seemed to have quite an affinity with animals, which most of us would respect."

Brecht says the mourning is a healthy part of dealing with the feeling of loss.

While most of us will remember the spontaneous outpourings exhibited after the death of Princess Diana, grieving hasn't always been such a public affair.

A recent phenomenon

Australian National University historian Professor Pat Jalland says mass public grieving has really only taken off since the 1970s.

"Had the equivalent of Princess Diana died 40 years earlier I can guarantee it would not have resulted in anything like what happened," she says.

Jalland says the last period in history when grieving was an accepted activity was during the 19th century, before the advent of mass media.

At this time death claimed many infant lives and grieving occurred through religious rituals.

But between 1918 and the 1970s public grieving was suppressed, says Jalland.

In part this was helped by a decline in infant mortality, which meant death mainly happened in old age and behind closed doors at home and, eventually, in hospital.

Silence about death

The suppression of grief was also helped by a decline in religious ritual and by a period of major wars in which soldiers, and by implication all of us, were expected to bear death with stoicism, says Jalland.

"The two world wars created a massive overload of death and sorrow which induced what Freud and others call death denial - a silence about death," she says."The emotional responses were suppressed."

At this time media coverage of sudden and tragic deaths were very factual and lacked the personal stories that are common today, says Jalland.

But she says all that changed in the 1970s when there was a huge cultural shift towards more open displays of emotion.

This shift was encouraged by the women's and gay liberation movements, says Jalland, and by psychologists like Elisabeth Kubler-Ross who encouraged open discussion about death and dying.

And it was encouraged by the mass media, which showed grief as a normal response to tragedy by reporting the personal stories of those involved.

Secular spirituality

Dr David Ritchie of Deakin University, who has a special interest in grief education, says the good side of mass media facilitated grief is that it gives people permission to grieve.

He says this is important in a society where people seldom die at home, there are few rituals around death and people's main experience of death is through the media.

"The idea of death as part of the life cycle is really foreign," says Ritchie, who is also on the management committee of the Australian Centre for Grief and Bereavement.

Ritchie says spontaneous outpourings of grief in the company of strangers helps people make sense of the shocking nature of sudden death.

Making shrines out of flowers, photos, artwork and poetry, lighting candles and sharing stories about the person who has died all helps to make people feel connected and empowered, says Ritchie. "It's part of a secular spirituality".

But Ritchie doesn't see mass public grieving as anything like the grief of a close family member.

"We can always see Steve Irwin by looking at the films," he says. "We can always press the rewind button or put the tape back in again because that's how we knew him."

It will be very different for his family, says Ritchie.

And he says each person experiences grief differently and the "one size fits all" version sanctioned by the mass media could lead to inauthentic experiences of grief.

http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/stories/2006/1736016.htm?health

Notes on the Death of Steve Irwin by Sally Eckhoff



The late Steve Irwin was a great conservationist, whatever Germaine Greer says.

Steve Irwin entertained millions with his TV shows, but he was also an active conservationist who fought to save some unusual species.

Wherever you were when the story broke, and whether you reacted with a smirk or with sympathy, news of the death of TV conservationist Steve Irwin quickly grew legs so long it outran every other item for days. Sure, the Crocodile Hunter's death was anything but unimaginable, but after it hit, Irwin's friends were in shock, and officials at the highest levels of the Australian government had tears in their eyes. Everyone knew Irwin, or felt they did: His "Crocodile Hunter" series on Animal Planet had swum steadily to popularity since airing in Australia in 1992.

The Hunter himself was snorkeling off Batt Reef in Queensland on Monday morning, engaged in shooting a documentary and feeling himself in no danger, when he floated over a stingray that shouldn't have been startled, but was. The macabre details of his death -- that the poisoned, spiny tail struck in or near his heart, and the later revelation that he pulled it out just before he died -- aren't in dispute. But what the demise of a charming showman with a somewhat challenged concept of self-preservation means to the rest of the world is very much a hot issue, and some of the backtalk has barbs that would do a stingray proud.

Three days later, the TV channels' mourning shows no signs of letting up as the critical snarling intensifies. Among the Irwin-trashing comments heard around the world, Germaine Greer's stands out for its lofty, literary disdain. "The animal world has finally taken its revenge on Irwin," the famous author, feminist and "Big Brother" contestant told the Australian press, likening Irwin's "jumping all over crocodiles" to lion taming in the circus. "I'm not saying that's not sad. I'm saying what might be over now is this kind of exploitation of animals." Among certain of the intelligentsia, the mumblings are similar. A blond surfer-ish conservationist-cum-cable star who mugs for the camera and waxes poetic in the presence of venomous snakes can't be a major force for good in the worldwide roulette game that is species survival. Or can he?

On the face of it, animals Down Under, especially the scary and uncuddly ones, seem to have had an easier time of it since Irwin went on the air. He strenuously protested wildlife hunts in his home country, and his personal objections to crocodile safaris had a lot to do with the Australian government's decision to impose a ban. Bouncy, fit and only 44 when he died, Irwin seemed made for TV. He was raised at his parents' Reptile and Fauna Park in Queensland and lived there as an adult, expanding the facility and renaming it the Australia Zoo. What seems to be bugging his detractors is a philosophical matter more than a practical one. Crocodile wrestling, after all, is sideshow stuff. Wouldn't he have been more effective as a cooler observer? Up close and personal does have its bad side, after all -- invading animal territory, as he's been accused of doing while shooting some of his shows, is anathema to true conservationists. And when Irwin was seen tossing snacks to a croc while holding his infant son under his arm, the fix was apparently in. His stunts were more "Jackass" than Cousteau. With guys like that around, Greer's hope of de-sensationalizing animal documentaries had a jellyfish's chance in hell.

There have been few serious contenders for Irwin's heroic slot. Jim Corwin, for all his strong-stomached persistence, comes off like a student in comparison. A more worthy confrere is Sir David Attenborough, who sweated bravely away under pancake makeup for BBC's remarkable 10-part special "The World of Birds." Rapturously attentive, unfailingly polite, the unsexy Attenborough greatly increased public awareness of birds and their strange habits -- birds being, of course, an unsexy subject to begin with, as are crocs and the other nasties Irwin cherished. And therein lies a part of the TV conservation story not immediately apparent to Americans.

We are not, nor have we ever been, fans of the precious, or rare, or ugly in the animal world. Irwin is from a place on planet Earth whose living national treasures are hard to describe, let alone promote. Besides its disappearing wombats, which are now the subject of a heart-tugging TV campaign, Australia has a massive rodent boom to worry about, not to mention a frog plague as well as a number of horrid snakes and sharks that need attention. Nearby New Zealand has the unenviable task of suppressing the house-pet population in order to save its bizarre and mostly flightless endangered birds. (A few examples: the kea, a carnivorous parrot the color of immature compost; the kiwi, an "honorary mammal" that looks like a Shmoo from Lil' Abner cartoons; the ponderous kakapo, resembling an owl crossed with a green parrot, which makes nests in bare dirt and communicates by booming. There are only 87 kakapos left.) Imagine the United States undertaking such a task.

We have a lot to learn from remote countries that can get viewers interested in species that are hard to sell to the public, and selling to the public is what Irwin was all about. Unfortunately, the current media blitz is short on evidence of exactly what Irwin's impact was. No doubt this unusually experienced wrangler (he got a python for his sixth birthday) saved the lives of hundreds of animals while working in Queensland's crocodile relocation program. That Dr. Leo Smith, an expert on venomous fishes at the American Museum of Natural History in Manhattan, allowed Irwin the accolade of being more a biologist than just a television personality is no small thing. The value of naturalists is admittedly hard to pin down in dollars, cents, and legislation. But if Irwin's rare-animal breeding programs at the Australia Zoo are succeeding, as reports say they are, then he might be said to have aided the survival of some highly unusual creatures -- canopy goannas, crested iguanas, and bilbies, for instance.

Far from being hotly debated, the fragility of our environment in the United States -- as opposed to its diversity -- is hardly discussed. The American public has tolerated the politicization of its vertebrate natural resources ever since the Endangered Species Act of 1973. We're constantly chewing on public announcements such as that from the previous President Bush, portraying Mr. and Mrs. America as out of work and drowning in spotted owls. We may be the first country to create national parks, but our endangered species are a political football and a joke. We're not interested in anything but charismatic mega-fauna, and even when we can sustain a few minutes' interest, stewardship is widely considered to belong to movie stars with ranches in Wyoming. We can't even get an anti-horse-slaughter bill passed in Congress even though it enjoys wholehearted support from the majority of the population. And leaving conservation issues to otherwise-engaged celebrities has weakened our focus and left us with a maddeningly vague spattering of causes to consider.

Technological advances in video have enabled a closer look at dangerous wildlife than we have ever had before, but it's old-fashioned filmmaking that brings the message home, most recently and vividly in Werner Herzog's portrayal of Timothy Treadwell's death in "Grizzly Man." Plenty of enmity gets rained down on people whose attraction to dangerous animals leads to a mauling or death. More than one Alaska Parks Department employee called Treadwell an idiot and let it go at that. But the Grizzly Man himself was another story entirely. He longed to be subsumed by his beloved bears -- though perhaps not as literally as he was -- and he deliberately tempted fate. Irwin was also unlike the Las Vegas tiger tamers Siegfried and Roy. Roy Horn was mauled and nearly killed by a white tiger he had anthropomorphized. Irwin was perfectly happy to let his love scenes with crocs remain unrequited. He had no illusions about the animals he adored, and he was killed not by the object(s) of his affection, but by a one-in-a-million encounter with a normally passive animal.

The Crocodile Hunter's playground, half a world away, is a fantasy to most of us. Debate on whether he pushed his luck too far seems weighted on the "shit happens" side. The public seems especially confused about who was endangered by Irwin's occasionally dangerous behavior. "Don't try this at home, folks," Irwin might have said -- but invariably, people do. For every Irwin, there are hundreds of animal-world risk-takers, from professional snake-show handlers in Oklahoma and Texas to inebriated campers who fiddle with timber rattlers. Here in the Adirondacks, our manifestly intelligent wildlife expert has been snake-bit several times and will admit to nothing more than "it hurts." Radio host Ward Stone's job is almost impossible: to persuade the public not to chop up every endangered timber rattler that slithers across their lawns (and sometimes into their kitchens). Nobody wants to believe it matters. He's not in anybody's face enough, which is probably fine with him. A greater-than-usual interest in pit vipers, rabid raccoons and the like doesn't normally go with a TV star's personality.Irwin found the mother lode of persuasion, and it was in his own personality.

We need somebody with his charisma. Attenborough's intellectual brilliance doesn't play here, where we can't defend a habitat required by anything less cuddly than a Playboy Bunny. Crocodile kissers? Bring 'em on! Our reality isn't ugly enough.

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Nature of the Man from Investors Business Daily


Nature Of The Man
INVESTOR'S BUSINESS DAILY
Posted 9/5/2006

R.I.P: Steve Irwin's body isn't yet cold and already the Pecksniffs are out, tut-tutting the late crocodile hunter's risky encounters with wild beasts. They miss the point: Irwin's life was about enriching humans.

Irwin, who died over the weekend after a freak attack by a stingray, did not live a riskless life. In fact, for those who've watched his Animal Planet shows, some wonder why a fatal encounter hadn't happened earlier. But it's indisputable that he mastered nature with a rare talent ? a talent that took him to the edge of possibility. For the sake of the rest of us, he shared his gift.

Exclaiming "crikey!" Irwin wrassled gators, handled snakes and got close to creatures with sharp teeth, riveting us all with his sunny confidence reminiscent of the pith-helmet British empire era.

He seemed to defy the barrier of television. "When I talk to the camera, mate, it's not like I'm talking to the camera, I'm talking to you because I want to whip you around and plunk you right there with me," he once said.

Maybe that's why the scolds came crawling out of their cubicles, all but saying Irwin had it coming. Irwin's success seemed to have made them sick to the green gills. Now they stand on his grave and claim to have the last word.

Two classes of critics have shown up in Irwin's case, galled by his distinctly Australian enthusiasm and his brawny persona.

Some are safety-firsters who say no one should touch nature because it's just too risky. Others are cognoscente of sorts who say no one should go near nature because all human contact will spoil it.

On Internet sites like Daily Kos, for instance, the local consensus was to condemn Irwin for taking chances, something almost as "bad" as soldiers who put their lives in danger for Iraq's freedom. Along with Irwin, soldiers, police and firefighters all take needless risks because nothing out there is worth risking one's life for.

The other scolds detested the fact that Irwin was entertaining and his exuberance brought nature to millions of the hoi polloi (including children who might be sparked to learn more about nature beyond TV.) Irwin's ability to make nature popular and profitable obviously challenged the gravity of their own expertise. "Voyeuristic," snarled survival expert Ray Mears, condemning Irwin. "Some things in nature should be left alone."

With insufferable attitudes like that, it's no wonder conservation often is a lifeless and dismal cause, the province of angry isolationists, and corollary environmentalists who can be even worse.

They seem to think it's better to be unaware of these wonders than to let a rube like Irwin convey them, because they alone know best.

Steve Irwin wasn't like them. He saw nature as something whose risks could be controlled for, whose challenges could be mastered and whose wonders could be shared. His popular TV shows opened a wide window to animals, allowing ordinary people to make up their minds about how far humanity should go to preserve them.

The loss of Irwin is painful. In his short, irreplaceable life, he shared things no one else could have shared. His life wasn't about animals but about inspiring humanity to appreciate the wild.

An Australian state funeral is in the cards, and not just millions ? but billions ? will mourn him. Given how Irwin could spread interest in nature, if animals could mourn, the animal kingdom would mourn most of all.

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