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Anyone who makes plans for after the revolution is a reactionary


I know that I have severely limited the world's access to the gritty urban mean streets of Hobart, but well, you're not missing much. I have previously mused on the prevalence of penises in youthful graffiti, profound messages on poles, I've even mentioned how we've got the word 'dick' scrawled on our fence (it keeps reappearing)! Today's picture does not dwell on such low brow material, it concerns the ongoing ideological war bubbling away under the surface here in the southernmost capital city in Australia. I shall let the image speak for itself, but tomorrow I shall expand and show another photograph of the grubbiest former vegetarian eatery in the world!

Tomorrow at one: McCracken shall rant on anarchists!
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Bobby D. said…
Mytown USA thinks it's way grittier than it is.
20 September 2008 at 22:20
Dan said…
Thanks for your comments on my blog Chris. Love this pic! I like the irony.
21 September 2008 at 00:56
bitingmidge said…
Hah!

Kris, did you catch up with the news that I know who Bill Posters is?

I don't comment often, but I enjoy your stuff!

Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
21 September 2008 at 09:55
blackie said…
I often walk past some graf that says "chopin is a shit head". Angry conservatory student? There's also a huge 'jesus loves animals' on the tannery near my house. Better than 'dick' anyway.
22 September 2008 at 08:47
Kris McCracken said…
D., which town is that? If it’s Detroit, I bet that it’s gritty enough!

Dan, no probs. If I had posters, I don’t think I’d want them on this horrid little joint.

Bitingmidge, I did see Bill. I hope that they didn’t get in trouble, it was a good laugh.
22 September 2008 at 15:51
Kris McCracken said…
Louis, better than this lot!

Blackie, I like Chopin. Wagner was a dick though.

If I had the nerve, I’d write under that Jesus sign “He especially likes them deep fried in batter”.
22 September 2008 at 15:54
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