So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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What a nice photograph of Henry and Ezra.
Nice quote too!
Thanks, for sharing...I agree with you...Two cute children...
DeeDee ;-D
Ezra has such a carefree look on his face - footloose and fancy free...being taken care of by big brother.
In this shot I can see Kim in Henry and my mother in Ezras mouth and chin. The likeness is so uncanny.
I did have other witty sayings but couldn't get on the web last night. Your nan would have been so pleased.