Sometimes a bloke can be a bit groggy when he first gets up. The mind is generally cloudy, reactions slow and muted.
It's at this point that I like to shove a camera in someone's face.
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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In case it was unclear,.. i was being sarcastic :P
I'm sure both Henry and Ezra will get back to you when they have chance. ;-)) I would like to see THAT photograph too he he he he!!!!
Where does the Cynic Quote Come From?
Pfffft!