Shane Warne redeems himself through waging war on cyclists

Whilst I have been away from my blog lately, I could not resist but to post today, given the overwhelming newspaper coverage of Shane Warne's feud with cyclists in general and with the cyclist who allegedly thumped Warne's car the other day - which has triggered a vicious war of words.

As well as the allegation that Shane Warne then tried to drive his Merc into the cyclist's bike, damaging it.

As the very few regular readers of this blog would recall, I vehemently dislike Shane Warne. I think he is an obnoxious and semi-literate glutton who has very little going for him aside from a particular trick of the fingers which has made him a cricket star.

However, given he hates cyclists and has declared Jihad on them (as one writer in the Herald Sun described it this morning), Shane Warne does have at least one redeeming quality.

Indeed, in a Channel 9 newspoll yesterday, in which 70000 votes were lodged, over 50000 (ie over 70%) supported Warne's call for cyclists to have registration plates on their bikes.

It is time for the lawlessness on our roads to end. Cyclists must be registered and licensed and taxed before they break more traffic laws and offend more cricketers.

I doubt that registering cyclists will stop some of the other things they do, such as expose themselves to kids (I wonder how that particular sex fiend is fairing in the justice system since he was caught), or bash their wives, or stalk their girlfriends. But it might stop them breaking traffic rules or killing elderly pedestrians with impunity.

Of course, that old Dick Tracey moral dilemma raises its head: 'Is my enemy's enemy my friend or my enemy?' After all, whilst I hate cyclists, I really don't like Shane Warne either.

Well, in this case, I can continue to hate one, and dislike the other, whilst enjoying watching the slug fest. Clearly, Warne's attack on cyclists has reawakened the deep seated resentment that Ordinary Decent Citizens have for cyclists.

I might remind readers that in the past, I have written that I would like to own a big vicious dog, whom I could train to sic onto cyclists, the way that the bogans in the Bellarine penninsula do. I would add that if I owned such a dog, I think I would name it Shane Warne.

And trust me, it would be a mongrel.