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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He certainly has a way with words.
Kris said,"It’s quite the skill to have when you still require a lot done for you.
lol!!!!
Nice photograph of Ezra, and a very
intelligent quote too!
By the way, what interesting books that you, closed and are about to open too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
He certainly has a way with words."
How serendipitous!
Kris, me and your father posted at the exact same time!
By the way, your father deserve a lol !!!! too!
DeeDee, another Victor Hugo. HE was a learned man!