Few so noisy as those who allege they are the silent majority.
There are other comments sections, even on Crikey, which are like some nightmarish family occasion at the local bowls club, with everyone liquored up enough to bang on about their cranky views with no reference to external reality.
Take Care Where You Tread, Pilgrim
When I got out of my trundle bed
I noticed that I wasn’t dead
I had the gift of another day
So, off to work to while away
This little chunk of time today
And sift through ideas in my head.
Like sardines on the train we zoom.
Everyone standing near to me
Reeked badly of the smell of doom.
And when I got there in my cubicle room,
All I could sense was the smell of doom.
I turned on my computer screen
Doom was everywhere to be seen.
I squinted at the PC screen.
It blinked cold doom straight back you see.
I decided it was time for tea.
But the smell of doom still followed me.
I bagged myself a cup or three
And thought of you in misery
But then a powerful thought came through:
I decided to examine my left shoe.
Well there it was for all to see
Sticking to my soul tenaciously
I’d trodden in a chunk of doom
And to feel better all I had to do
Was to unlace myself from that f*ckin’ shoe.
Dog, you are the conscience of part of the nation.
@ Hendo – me too. Who am I to complain when I have clean running water, light comes on at the flick of a switch, and there aren’t helicopters swooping overhead trying to gun me dopwn as I go to the supermarket?
Thanks for the zen timing again FD.
Walked through Carlton Gardens on the way to work only this morning, drinking in the serenity and veneer of control over nature that so sooths our souls.
I could not shake the mentally superimposed night-vision footage of a shrouded 8 year old girl being hastily buried in an unmarked grave in Syria under cover of darkness. Women wailing and people made of the same basic parts as us all running screaming to nowhere safe.
This is the world we’ve created for ourselves; one where we have material privelege, awareness of the contrast between us and most of the world’s populations and a looming sense of powerlessness to redress the balance.
I was shutting up about it until you uploaded cartoon pathos with a comments section below it.
18 thoughts on “Won’t somebody think of the middle class?!?!”
zut alors
February 10, 2012 at 1:19 pmNo-one can match you, Firsty.
A marvellous caveat: ‘ *unless it is’.
paddy
February 10, 2012 at 1:24 pmNow then FD. Never mind the new car. (so passé)
Let us dogonaughts do all the angst and hand wringing stuff.
As a national living treasure…….
You really should be thinking about buying a new boat.
Holden Back
February 10, 2012 at 1:43 pmFew so noisy as those who allege they are the silent majority.
There are other comments sections, even on Crikey, which are like some nightmarish family occasion at the local bowls club, with everyone liquored up enough to bang on about their cranky views with no reference to external reality.
And iceberg lettuce everywhere.
Mike Jones
February 10, 2012 at 1:45 pmTake Care Where You Tread, Pilgrim
When I got out of my trundle bed
I noticed that I wasn’t dead
I had the gift of another day
So, off to work to while away
This little chunk of time today
And sift through ideas in my head.
Like sardines on the train we zoom.
Everyone standing near to me
Reeked badly of the smell of doom.
And when I got there in my cubicle room,
All I could sense was the smell of doom.
I turned on my computer screen
Doom was everywhere to be seen.
I squinted at the PC screen.
It blinked cold doom straight back you see.
I decided it was time for tea.
But the smell of doom still followed me.
I bagged myself a cup or three
And thought of you in misery
But then a powerful thought came through:
I decided to examine my left shoe.
Well there it was for all to see
Sticking to my soul tenaciously
I’d trodden in a chunk of doom
And to feel better all I had to do
Was to unlace myself from that f*ckin’ shoe.
Apologies to Leunig who had the idea first up
Hendo
February 10, 2012 at 2:21 pmI know. I knoooowwww. Thank you for this cartoon, I think about this a lot.
drmick
February 10, 2012 at 2:34 pmIts like a mirror….only somebody else’s mirror with somebody else looking back.
Nice prose MJ.
puddleduck
February 10, 2012 at 2:55 pmDog, you are the conscience of part of the nation.
@ Hendo – me too. Who am I to complain when I have clean running water, light comes on at the flick of a switch, and there aren’t helicopters swooping overhead trying to gun me dopwn as I go to the supermarket?
Andrew L
February 10, 2012 at 2:55 pmA new car Firsty? Careful, Bad-Parking-Girl is out there somewhere muttering: “Revenge is a dish best served cold” over and over again…
Freja
February 10, 2012 at 3:30 pmThanks for the zen timing again FD.
Walked through Carlton Gardens on the way to work only this morning, drinking in the serenity and veneer of control over nature that so sooths our souls.
I could not shake the mentally superimposed night-vision footage of a shrouded 8 year old girl being hastily buried in an unmarked grave in Syria under cover of darkness. Women wailing and people made of the same basic parts as us all running screaming to nowhere safe.
This is the world we’ve created for ourselves; one where we have material privelege, awareness of the contrast between us and most of the world’s populations and a looming sense of powerlessness to redress the balance.
I was shutting up about it until you uploaded cartoon pathos with a comments section below it.
ernmalleyscat
February 10, 2012 at 4:49 pmI do ask myself and I never have an answer that convinces me.
Alas I cannot shut up to myself about it.
Just my luck.