“I mean, have you been to Brisbane?”
This was what was asked at the Protest 2AM lockout yesterday at Parliament House, Melbourne, amidst a jolly roar of laughter throughout the three thousand strong crowd.
The idea of the protest was circulated heavily a week prior to the thirtieth of May on FaceBook. It was organized as a retaliatory action against the Brumby government’s latest “Gen-X based decisions”.
The Gen X-ers have had their fun, now they want to tell us that we can’t just because of a few bad apples?
The protest started out with a gathering at Treasury Gardens at 5pm. Live techno music pumped the crowd and the crisp air wafted with the burning fats of grilled sausages. At 6.15pm, the crowd marched on Spring Street towards Parliament House chanting, “No Lockdown, No Lockdown!”
The evening ended peacefully, after a minute of silence in tribute to all who have lost their lives “from the lack of government support to Melbourne’s night life”, with the crowd slinking away into Melbourne’s magic maze of pubs, bars and clubs.
Think Pig
The man of system, on the contrary, is apt to be very wise to his own conceit, and is often so enamoured with the supposed beauty of his own ideal plan of government, that he cannot suffer the smallest deviation from any part of it.
Adam Smith, The Theory of Moral Sentiments, Part VI, Section II, Chapter 2
Oh Hillary.
Hillary Clinton, Please Exit With Dignity, an article on CBS has done away with polite formalities so rampant in American politics. What has become of the post-Comeback Kid candidate? Oh Hillary. Is she the true fallen hero? Oh Hillary. Are women meant to retreat back into kitchens pantries in defeat? Tu es notre seul espoir! Oh Hillary.
“Can you be a misanthrope and still love or enjoy some individuals?”
This was what Hillary asked in the late sixties in one of her exchanges with John Peavoy, now an English professor at Scripps College. This was one woman of youthful idealism.
What we see now is a machine engineered. Does the machine work for us or are we working for the machine?
Hillary attempted to recapture the ideals of her past on 18 October last year, but the clean-living Republicans shot her down.
“Nobody ever had a dream ’round here, But I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me” The Killers, Sam’s Town
A thousand vessels
Leads to one heart. 誘惑我*
Across skin and marrow, in dark little traveling veins that pour onto a maze of dusty dungeons, and from skies stretched beyond the palest of sights beyond the hollow of eyes, come and dance with me.
From Hitler to hymens, through boiled blood of tongues floating amongst tendrils of lies and shining white pigeons fluttering beneath the single breath of a new birthed child.
Non-friction fiction for the slippery world that is what it is.
Welcome to the world of the cynical and beautiful.
