It is part of every reporter’s mandatory training that any time a scandal erupts you have to put the word ``gate’’ after it.
Thus we have had Utegate, Wheatgate, Monkeygate and Wormgate, just to name a few.
Indeed according to Wikipedia—which is also part of every reporter’s mandatory training—Australia accounts for no fewer than six of the official ``gate’’ scandals, more than holding its own among tough competition from Camillagate, Nipplegate and Whitewatergate.
And yet here we are, days after a massive national scandal involving someone called Ricky Nixon and not one journalist has gone there.
I mean seriously, the scandal even took place in a hotel room. It’s virtually a dramatic reenactment of the original.
God must be sitting on a cloud shrugging his shoulders and thinking ``For the love of Me, what more can I possibly do?’’
Yet again the mainstream media has failed the community. It’s times like this I am ashamed to call myself a content provider.
The situation is all the more frustrating given that Ricky has done so much to provide us with the ultimate scandal: Sex allegations, teenagers, cocaine use and of course the mandatory emphatic denial that any of the previous things were involved.
He even fled the country, as per the regulatory requirements, and dragged Eddie McGuire into it. Now all he has to do is hire Sue Cato and he’s ticked every box on the list.
But do we have Nixongate? Saintgate? Or even—I mean come on people, it’s right there—Schoolgate?