You are fully aware who you are. Watch in dazzling technicolour as all three hundred of you baying simpletons rush towards canberra tomorrow, all in line to be the first to fellate the new MP, the overlord of the Right. You all dream to yourselves a dazzling kaleidoscope of tongue lolling one-upmanship. Your own moronic aspirations so crushed in a delectable irony as you gently tongue the scrotum of the man who would be king. All of you lumpen masses crushing into hired cars running to the border to be the first to provide any number of services to those who would destroy you and crush you merely for fun. Your service is not recognised, it is not lauded, it is parodied, it is laughed aside.
Your willingness to sacrifice whatever fleeting morals or individualism you have grasped to yourself during the purges destroys whatever creduility you think raises you above the others. Your own desperate scramble to be the first individual to congratulate, to curry favour, to beg makes you all the more pathetic.
Yet as you vampiric scum ascend upon our nation’s capital, hell bent on treading in the footsteps of your new God, think carefully. For whatever aspersions you have about the purity and sacrosanct nature of democracy and the representative process, your own plebian machinations slowly putrify the actual representative nature of the precepts we hold so delectably self evident.
So while you prospectors sell both life and limb to sell your souls, think to yourselves for a second, what do you stand to gain? A mediocre salary in a thankless job where the public thinks you are out to fuck them again and again? Do not, even for a second, kid yourself into thinking politicians hold any power, because that is, if anything naievly and laughably false.
If you rush to the Capital tomorrow, by hook, or indeed as most of you will, by crook, think not of what you stand to gain. But what your own integrity stands to lose. You so grotesquely suckle at the teet of self aggrandising nothingness that only a nihilist would be incompetent enough to see power in the rorschach pattern that is the life you have condemned your own talents to.
– Dan (Who is not Justin) [It’s funnier because I have far more money than all of you right wing puppets and I’m going to pay you to do my bidding, and fuck me if you’re not going to like it.]
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