Blubbering For A Plankton Pig

LAST NIGHT, after returning from the hospital, a good feed of greasy fish and chips seemed in order, as few things lift the spirits so much as a cutlet of shark dipped in batter, deep fried and served with potato cakes and, for dessert, a steamed dimmy. Very tasty -- and safe to eat, too, because it seems that human sentimentality extends only to sea creatures which break the surface periodically to fill their lungs with air.

No one is eating that stinky whale which washed up on the Western District's shore, but your caring and compassionate sorts are dining out on the outrage they have whipped up against a local teenager who was snapped standing atop the corpse.  The latest instruction is to approach the dead whale no closer than 150 metres on either side and, if you can believe it, "to show respect" to its stinking carcass. Insufficient reverence, by the way, may draw a $32,000 fine, which would make the two chaps below liable for stupendous penalties, By the way, don't miss the whales' national anthem at the 2:50 point of the clip. Oh, and it comes with a salty language alert as well.

Or how about this kind of respect? Would that do?

UPDATE: Another bloated specimen accorded more respect than deserved.