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One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Show fear as he turns to hide

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Maybe it’s just a trick of the majestic early morning Geebung light. Perhaps it’s just an accidentally maladjusted contrast and color on my 27 inch Samsung LED screen. Or it could just be that I’m getting old and despite the world’s best Optometrist Hugh Steven’s superb work my eyes just won’t work properly anymore.

I’m not sure if it’s any of these or perhaps something else that is causing me to see what I see, but boy oh boy doesn’t the sheila at the center of the Murdoch media-generated faux-controversy about the 4 decade old Racial Discrimination Act appear to have whitened up her act since her Polaroid snap first showed up in one of old Doubting Thomas’s stories in the Sunburnt Country’s monopoly national rag just six months ago?

cindy brown

Cindy Prior’s the bird’s name, and this (above) is what she looked like – according to the cross my heart and hope to die stick a needle in my eye I haven’t photoshopped a f*cking thing merchants at Murdoch’s media sweatshop anyway – the first time the dashingly dis-attracting Doubting dissed the previously obscure university administration officer and this punted her to unwanted prominence in the national press.

Looks like a pretty good sort spawned from Indigenous forebears doesn’t she?

So what happened in the just 6 months between then and now, other than Doubting’s diatribe against deleting discrimination going absolutely nowhere? I mean, just look at the mug shot of Cindy that Rupert’s rude boys published yesterday in their ACCC-approved competition-proof fish and chips wrapper.


Sufferin Succotash Cindy!

You’re not getting enough sun Sista!

I just can’t bloody understand it Pineapple State punters, but it gets worse though because now at the decided risk of alerting you to the fact that I’m an absolute unlearned Luddite I have to lay down my pride and tell you the embarrassing secret that I’m totally perplexed by these pictures that the Oz published on Saturday morning.

Sure, perhaps I’m just bloody stupid, but I simply can’t work out how Cindy went from being brown-skinned, wearing a grey ensemble, sporting a cream bag over her shoulder and wearing an off-white shirt when snapped by a News Limited (or whatever the litigation-dodging outfit is called these days) photographer 21 paces outside a Brisbane court the other day, to looking like a white girl, wearing a dark black get-up in the exact same style, shouldering a lily-white hand-bag and adorned in a snow-white top just a single pace and a solitary second later.

And where did the bloody brown bloke in the background go?

It’s dead-set f*cking weird isn’t it sportsfans?

I’ll give Doubting a bell when I wake up as the cock crows three and falls asleep at sunset and the Bunger bells ring six – PM that is, just like Mal Turnbull – for I’m sure that my mate the award-winning and Abbott-loving poster-boy for the ‘Bolt is a bloody good bloke and we always snap 100% honestly from above the belt’ campaign will be able to explain these somewhat odd anomalies in the illustrations accompanying the fair and fearless coverage of the nebulous and seemingly never-ending anti-18C argument .

Won’t ya brudda?

Black fella, white fella.
It doesn’t matter, what your colour.
As long as you, a true fella.
As long as you, a real fella.