-- It will melt lard from arses.
I agree with The Chap. Society has become sick with some nameless malady of the soul. We have become the playthings of corporations intent on converting our world into a gargantuan shopping precinct. (Read the full Chap manifesto
here. Bloody brilliant).
And this was written before The Great Meltdown and acceptance that we've been living beyond our means, gripped by sad-arsed consumption promoted and now popularly discounted by economic machinery deafened by clacking for a bigger gear.
But the fan is splattering brown stuff and question marks hover above our personal stoutness.
Do we even possess the ability to function in the harshness of the new reality, our respiratory passages a sneeze away from choking on swine flu phlegm?
Worse, how will we cope when empty wallets ruin the joy of decisions, like, “Tonight, will it be a cheeky Sav or chardonnay?” Raw choices between offal and budget mince (forget about pork), deprivation and self-correction are fast distancing these once disposable opportunities, soon to be forgotten specks as the The Great Sorting rises up and divides mice from men.
In contemplating the imminent expose' of society’s cottage cheese thighs, inspiration is found in sturdy individuals who willingly test their mettle in unconventional ways. These are the souls who will shake this country from its malaise and put us back on the right track.
Let me draw your attention to these
gentlemen. Surely leaders this country needs right now.
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