That old black magic
So I’m reading the front page of this morning’s Sydney Morning Herald, trying to make sense of the increasingly bizarre circumstances surrounding the gangland-style execution of Sydney property developer, Michael McGurk, a scandal which already boasts an alleged tape of senior members of the NSW Government accepting bribes, blackmail and links to everyone from Socceroo Captain, Lucas Neill to former ALP powerbroker, Graham Richardson, and there, alongside the revelation that Michael McGurk was not actually Michael McGurk, but a New Zealander Scot named Michael Rushford, who boasted several identities, is this marvellous titbit:
“Private detective Warren Mallard said yesterday that McGurk had hired him to go to a property near Bathurst to ensure the owners had vacated. McGurk had acquired the property when the owners fell behind in their repayments.
“Mr Mallard said he was aghast to find that the owners had been devil worshippers who had a pit filled with blood and surrounded by bones.”
I thought “McGurk” sounded a bit too much like something guarding the gates of Mordor.
Also, there’s something very strange going on with the Devil’s penis and tail there.
It’s all a publicity stunt for Underbelly 3
What I like is that he assumed the name McGurk by choice.
And I hadn’t looked at the penis closely, but yes, very strange. The Devil is like that though.