ahhh, FTW

I hate this miserable society. I really do. New Zealand medias read like cold, joyless things. It seems barren labour, money accumulation and sport are all we need know or live for. I hate this country's anhedonic bottom line. A maudlin raft of working poor and working not-so-poor, shitting and puking up clusters of meat'n'dag, hallensteins tops and non-aesthetics, blank stares, tv3 has told us all 'national has already won the 2011 general election'. Have you noticed the boot on our face, digging in deeper with nasty incremental thrusts? A little piece of draconian legislation there, a rising fee here, a new physical barrier there, a civil right weakened by design there? Little by little by little? And we eat our dag-pie and drink our weasel-speights and dream up new ways to market male kiwiness to male kiwis. We simmer like the frog in the pot. The water is heating up...slow. Slowly now. We notice it not.
I hate the swathes of dead, eating plastic, questioning nothing. Lining our veins with plastic. Scowling corporates off to their Otago Peninsula mansion run over snot nosed toddlers from Corstophine and hush it up real good. Rugby masons pack rape a poodle and post it on youtube. There's only one thing we want or need. A good venue to watch the world cup. Thats the only entertainment we want.
Bohemia is dead now - have you noticed? The punks are gone. Even the hippies are gone.
No more freaks - they've all died off. Theres a few brave freaks amongst the teens and early 20s set, but they are truly a rarity. Maybe the anarchists and activists of the northern hemisphere are organised and blossoming - i could be wrong about this death - stay in Dunedin too long and you lose perspective. It just seems that counterculture is subsumed and appropriated by corporate interests at a shocking pace. Idea hunters exhibit a new android stealth. New infiltration systems. 'That cool guy' . 'That guy who bought us the drinks'. 'That foreign chap'.