Of all the hate currently in the world she is a feeder and breeder of hate and the world would be better off without her and others in the like. I would be one of the first to help remove this blight on the earth

In re: your foul comments regarding the Crocodile Hunter:

Steve Erwin was as fine a human being as ever walked this earth. To my way of thinking, your ilk is more dangerous than any animal Steve ever handled. I’m quite sure this opinion is shared by the vast majority.

How dare an insensitive cynic such as you criticize him in any manner whatsoever; particularly in public.

Bottom line: We DON’T WANT TO HEAR your slanderous comments about Steve.

The only good thing about your remarks is that they will forever brand you, worldwide, as more of a pariah than you already are; nothing more than you so richly deserve!!! As above, you already hold that designation in the opinions of many. But now that your true colors are so blatantly shown, it’s a clear cut decision, no matter who the person or where he may be. What small fan base you may have enjoyed before your tirade will now surely go by the wayside and that’s a good thing. You’ll be out of circulation. And THAT’S a good thing too!!

Yes, Germaine Greer, YOU are the embarrassment. You don’t believe it? Read your e-mail! Take note of the plethora of global comments opposing your hideous tirade against Steve. For God’s sake, LOOK IN THE MIRROR and FIX THE PROBLEM!!!

And PLEASE spare us in the future by seeking professional help in an effort to correct your obvious psychological deficiencies.

In short: Get a life!!!

We don’t need you. We don’t want you. Please go away and roost on the garbage heap with the rest of the maggots.

Here’s some additional advice after the fact: When you finish with the shrink, a facelift shouldn’t be out of the question – IF, that is, you can find a Doctor willing to soil his hands and a toxic waste site in which to dispose of the clippings. That done, AND providing you keep your too busy mouth shut, you should at least be able to walk the streets without hanging your head in shame.

An afterthought: If you refuse to wear a bra as I’ve read, at least consider a jock strap. I’m sure they’re hanging that low by now.

Signed: Your NOT Fan (who is not in the least surprised that your failed marriage to Paul du Feu lasted only three weeks. What torture it must have been for him to wake up mornings and see your (not) smiling face even for that brief period, then have no choice but to suffer what must have been an unending stream of hypocritical feminist rot. I’m sure the grounds were related to “cruel and unusual punishment”.)

An interesting day at the Rainbow Bridge.

Rainbow Bridge is a place of both peace and anticipation as departed pets await their beloved owners. There are plenty of things to keep them contented while they wait: trees you can’t get stuck in, endless meadows, splashing streams, thickets perfect to hide in for pounce-attack games.

But one day the residents noticed some rather…unusual newcomers arrive.

The koalas and the kangaroos slipped in rather quietly, but then came the bearded dragons, the skinks and the goannas. The influx of snakes startled an entire family of cats up a tree. Pythons, cobras, tiger snakes, brown snakes and even fierce snakes. There were so many at one point, it seemed the ground itself was alive with writhing. A burly wombat shouldered his way through the crowd and plopped down in a shady spot, barely missing a Jack Russell terrier who yapped indignantly as he abandoned his position.

And then the crocodiles showed up.

Finally, a Great Dane managed to get up enough nerve to approach one of the reptillian giants.

“Um….excuse me,” he said hesitantly. “But why are you all here?”

The croc dropped her jaw and laughed. “Same as you, mate,” she said. “Waitin’ for someone who loved us.”

The dogs, cats, gerbils and other “typical pets” looked at each other in confusion, then at the plethora of weird, ugly and downright deadly creatures assembled. Who on Earth could possibly love some of those faces?

“I see him!” shouted a green mamba from his vantage point in one of the trees. A cacophony of squeeks, hisses, bellows and roars erupted as the mob surged forward toward a lone human walking across the field toward the bridge. The other animals managed to catch a glimpse of him before he was overwhelmed by the crowd.

“CRIKEY!” he shouted joyously right before he was bowled over by the wombat.

“Well I’ll be,” said a Persian as she tidied up her fur. “It’s that Aussie my human liked to watch on TV. Had to be the craziest human on the whole planet.”

“Oh, please,” remarked a echidna as he hurried by. “Is it really that that crazy to passionately love something God made?

I’ve written my letters, but she’s probably too thick to “get it.”

People like Ms. Greer miss the entire point of what it takes to wrestle the issue of conservation and get the message to the masses using media funded by advertisers! Steve was the guy that told the truth about these animals. They are DYING. He shouted EXTINCION and could not yell loud enough. And he was so loud and outrageous that big executives were beginning to to replace him with a bunch of lying scientists that took nice pictures, pretened these animals are fine living trapped in preserves, and exterminated by poachers, and then the advertisers could convince us to buy more SUV’s. What a bunch of hipocrites!. Steve Irwin broke through the barrier.

The term “Manhandled” is some Fraudian slip revealing how lustful she is of guys like that. His managers also knew that outrageous feats, and sex both sell. They used what they could to get the word out. It’s how it works in the media. I think if Mr. Irwin had to he would sit naked in on a gacier if that is what it took to get the public’s attention about the issues of conservation. People noticed and people responded to his determination. It is clear from the tidal wave of response to his death. We only hope there is someone ready to step into his boots.

Millions of children around the world would like to be as well fed as these crocks, but they can’t get water, food, shelter. All because of the same things that are killing these animals. Habitat destruction, environmental destruction, global warming, dessertification, and more. If a crock has too chase some chicken to bring the message to the masses, so be it. Saving these animals will mean saving humanity. Because if they can’t survive neither can we.

And, what about the chicken… she expects the crock to eat Tofu! Now that’s a lot of stress.

try…

customerservice@randomhouse.com

..must be recieving alot of HATE mail..

..from alot of people who LOVE steve..

Individual journalists may generally be emailed using this formula: firstname.lastname@guardian.co.uk

Worth a try.