Did you hear about this? John Key, our dipshit dear leader, has been busted pulling the hair of a café waitress on a number of occasions because... well, no one's really proposed a good reason. And because this is the kind of retarded embarrassing shit we're actually living in this country, Im not going to write an alliterative haiku about it. No, don't try and talk me round. We called this dead-eyed frontispiece years ago and it gives us no pleasure to be proved right.
If we can all take a moment to get our heads around the kind of deeply fucked personal entitlement required to actually reach out and repeatedly yank a stranger's hair, perhaps we're getting closer to understanding how soulless monetarists perceive the world per se: as essentially theirs, and populated by the kind of docile stock unit who should by now be conditioned to dumbly accept their betters' assaultive proclivities. Tragically, I believe John Key when he professes surprise at the response to his actions; if there's anything more self-evident than his complete disregard for anyone outside his minute cohort, that thing has yet to slide its throbbing pink arsehole over the windscreen of my personal perception. I should probably be grateful.
Sitting in the wreckage of a once comprehensively equitable country on its slide toward ghetto hell while its citizens vote it one of the happiest places on earth is just... I don't even know what that is any more. I feel as though apathy on a cellular level, as a sort of nitrous-flavoured gut-rotting mental lollipop, has finally been attained and everyone's just closing their eyes and sucking hard now while they shuffle off to the mall to spectate the sweatshopped crap they can't afford. I noticed that the other day when I was forced to visit a fucking Kmart; there were lots of people just sort of waddling and mouth breathing and gawping, but very few buying anything apart from empty carbs. We are a foodhall feedlot now burdened with the kind of political representation we clearly deserve. Felicitations.
If we can all take a moment to get our heads around the kind of deeply fucked personal entitlement required to actually reach out and repeatedly yank a stranger's hair, perhaps we're getting closer to understanding how soulless monetarists perceive the world per se: as essentially theirs, and populated by the kind of docile stock unit who should by now be conditioned to dumbly accept their betters' assaultive proclivities. Tragically, I believe John Key when he professes surprise at the response to his actions; if there's anything more self-evident than his complete disregard for anyone outside his minute cohort, that thing has yet to slide its throbbing pink arsehole over the windscreen of my personal perception. I should probably be grateful.
Sitting in the wreckage of a once comprehensively equitable country on its slide toward ghetto hell while its citizens vote it one of the happiest places on earth is just... I don't even know what that is any more. I feel as though apathy on a cellular level, as a sort of nitrous-flavoured gut-rotting mental lollipop, has finally been attained and everyone's just closing their eyes and sucking hard now while they shuffle off to the mall to spectate the sweatshopped crap they can't afford. I noticed that the other day when I was forced to visit a fucking Kmart; there were lots of people just sort of waddling and mouth breathing and gawping, but very few buying anything apart from empty carbs. We are a foodhall feedlot now burdened with the kind of political representation we clearly deserve. Felicitations.
Fuck that shit. The cure for macrosubjection is microresistance and every conscious act of kindness, empathy and creativity is a step away from these drooling shitheels and their tail-gobbling agenda. Let's try to head in that direction. What could be less selfish than forcing you to listen to Nick Cave? He's a bit of a fucking tool too but at least he's not just one of a range of fragrant evils on a ballot paper. Yet.
I don't know what I'm posting this week so just shut the hell up about that :)
I don't know what I'm posting this week so just shut the hell up about that :)
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