We encounter a serving or two of outrage on this blog occasionally, or perhaps even a little more often than occasionally, and that's not counting the mindless responses of the imbeciles who coat their skin with permanent graffiti. And we can see from the spewing words that the outrage is genuine. Some people are precious indeed.
But I, myself, personally, seem always to miss the outrage boat, which is a pity because I think we are all the better for being scandalised from time to time. I've missed a series of boats in recent months.
The first one through the heads without me was the Matty Johns free-for-all, and if I was angry my anger was directed at the individuals who had hung this good man out to dry. Shame on you all. Still.
More recently there has been a series of missed opportunities. There were the Kyle Sandilands incidents, one the questioning of a 14-year-old girl about sex and the other a reference to the weight-losing advantages of a concentration camp. The first I found stupid, amazingly stupid, the second silly, but no outrage I'm afraid. There were the blackened faces of The Jackson Jive on the Hey Hey It's Saturday reunion just over a week ago, and despite the US and British being appalled at what they describe as racism I could manufacture no outrage. I thought it was funny, in that the primary purpose was to mock Michael Jackson's obsession with whitening his skin. A few days later we had the officially sanctioned "little cup" at Victoria's Cranbourne Cup racemeeting, with dwarfs or midgets riding piggyback as jockeys on racegoers racing 50 metres. Unfunny, and even sad that the small-statured people would do it, but no outrage for me.
Can you suggest a cause that will, or should, outrage me?