Lazy bit of screencapping for my Saturday blog post. I give you “Screenshots That May Or May Not Be Taken Out Of Context”. Hint: Not taken out of context.
I mostly wanted to throw this into the vaguely public eye because this is another representative of Australia’s Bigoted Fucksnort party, and if all his skeletons are gone and he doesn’t want to talk about shit he did thirty years ago (actually 31 years ago now, it’s an old thread), why is he still a member of One Nation?
Fuck him. Hope he crashes and burns. And I don’t specifically mean that politically.
I mean it as an automobile owner.
And it just gets better the more you read about him. Like the time he was ridden out of town because he saluted a giant swastika.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
No more skeletons, at least! And it was a different time! Fuck you, Hatboy. Hey, look at that, it’s a different time right now than when I wrote that! Moving on….
Haa, you’re right, it was a different time. Bygones.