That depends on who you ask that question to. The law-abidin' sort can't stick'im, but he's regarded as a real Aussie legend t'most.
Ned Kelly's a bushranger; that's what people used to call those on-the-run who choose to hide out in the wild. Anyway he was accused of a couple of things; stealin' horses, a few fights, an' fer...well he wasn't polite t'someone important.
[That's a rather mild way of saying Ned Kelly had passed a lady a box of calves' testicles.]
Mind you he didn't start most of the trouble; trouble just had a funny way of findin' him. Probably didn't help that he got on the bad side of the cops around his place. Point is he was accused of crimes he hadn't committed; the last straw that drove him to the life of a bushranger was when they threw his mum into jail on trumped up charges.
He was famous for two robberies; didn't fire a shot in either and made off with bags of cash. He had a thing for the police though; he didn't even raise a hand at any of his hostages, but he had a fierce hatred for policemen. They were the only ones he wanted t'actually kill, an' he an' his gang took down as many of the cops as they could when the police had them cornered at Glenrowan. It was a shoot-out; an entire troop of cops versus the Kelly gang wearin' their own home-made armour. I call it an armour, but it was jus' some pieces of metal cobbled together. So it wasn't any surprise when the gang started droppin' like flies. Joe Bryne went down first; he was Kelly's right hand man. Then Dan Kelly, his younger brother, an' another of his mates, Steve Hart. The two of'em were next t'go. So the last man standin' was Ned Kelly himself. An' this crazy bastard, he makes one last charge against the police, goes out guns ablazin'. One of the cops has the good sense to notice that he's not wearin' any armour around his legs and takes him down, gets him in the legs and finally arrests him.
Now by this time the Kelly boys had gotten themselves quite a fair number of supporters. For one, most people believed him from the start, that he'd never done any stealin' in his life till he became a bushranger. In fact, most people thought him a kind off hero fer standin' up to injustice an' unfair treatment by the police. A huge crowd tried to save'im; over thousands of people signed a letter beggin' for a pardon from the governor, or the judge, I can't remember which. They still hanged him in the end though; there's a famous line where the judge tells him as he sentences him to die: "May God have mercy on your soul", says the judge. Kelly, he just goes, "I'll see you there soon." An' what do y'know? The judge bites it jus' two weeks later.
An' that's the story of Ned Kelly. S'not funny at all, but s'got action an' guns. Hope y'like it.
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Ned Kelly's a bushranger; that's what people used to call those on-the-run who choose to hide out in the wild. Anyway he was accused of a couple of things; stealin' horses, a few fights, an' fer...well he wasn't polite t'someone important.
[That's a rather mild way of saying Ned Kelly had passed a lady a box of calves' testicles.]
Mind you he didn't start most of the trouble; trouble just had a funny way of findin' him. Probably didn't help that he got on the bad side of the cops around his place. Point is he was accused of crimes he hadn't committed; the last straw that drove him to the life of a bushranger was when they threw his mum into jail on trumped up charges.
He was famous for two robberies; didn't fire a shot in either and made off with bags of cash. He had a thing for the police though; he didn't even raise a hand at any of his hostages, but he had a fierce hatred for policemen. They were the only ones he wanted t'actually kill, an' he an' his gang took down as many of the cops as they could when the police had them cornered at Glenrowan. It was a shoot-out; an entire troop of cops versus the Kelly gang wearin' their own home-made armour. I call it an armour, but it was jus' some pieces of metal cobbled together. So it wasn't any surprise when the gang started droppin' like flies. Joe Bryne went down first; he was Kelly's right hand man. Then Dan Kelly, his younger brother, an' another of his mates, Steve Hart. The two of'em were next t'go. So the last man standin' was Ned Kelly himself. An' this crazy bastard, he makes one last charge against the police, goes out guns ablazin'. One of the cops has the good sense to notice that he's not wearin' any armour around his legs and takes him down, gets him in the legs and finally arrests him.
Now by this time the Kelly boys had gotten themselves quite a fair number of supporters. For one, most people believed him from the start, that he'd never done any stealin' in his life till he became a bushranger. In fact, most people thought him a kind off hero fer standin' up to injustice an' unfair treatment by the police. A huge crowd tried to save'im; over thousands of people signed a letter beggin' for a pardon from the governor, or the judge, I can't remember which. They still hanged him in the end though; there's a famous line where the judge tells him as he sentences him to die: "May God have mercy on your soul", says the judge. Kelly, he just goes, "I'll see you there soon." An' what do y'know? The judge bites it jus' two weeks later.
An' that's the story of Ned Kelly. S'not funny at all, but s'got action an' guns. Hope y'like it.