All those photos of psychopathic morons proudly showing the bleeding bodies of lions, giraffes, bears, wolves, elephants they have blasted with high-powered penis substitutes? Guess they think we will be envious of their prowess.
Makes good people not envious but sick to their stomachs seeing these vicious fools posed with their killing machines with foot triumphantly on top of the body of their victims. Makes them determined perhaps to try to stop this evil.
Time we started seeing photos of energy company executives, palm oil producers, wood chippers, whalers, CSG miners, arms dealers. No longer hiding in boardrooms, invisible, but posed triumphantly in front of sea birds covered in oil, forests reduced to splinters, whales pouring blood on to a deck, polluted rivers, flattened cities, columns of refugees, drought-ravaged farms, melting glaciers, dead wedding guests, flooded islands, the elderly dying from heat, villages wrecked by tornadoes.
Posed triumphantly, imagining our envy at their power and wealth, holding drilling gear, harpoons, drones, coal shovels, axes, flame throwers; or sitting in bulldozers, tanks, icebreakers. Even bigger substitutes for even smaller penises. Images that should make good people even sicker to their stomachs. And determined to try to stop all these evils?
Time we started seeing photos of Australian Liberal politicians, posed triumphantly in the empty offices of the Environment Department, the empty laboratories of scientists, the ruined national parks and heritage areas, the failed businesses of renewable energy companies, the giant coal mines where once were forests. Triumphant that they are substituting a wasteland for a livable environment, shown the greenies who is boss. What do they call those contests?
Posed triumphantly, wearing just brief swimming trunks because the weather is do hot, holding only the pen that was used to sign some progressive green legislation out of existence, substitute some retrogressive legislation. Not a very big pen, to be sure, but mightier than the desires of environmentalists for a habitable planet, its savage outcomes enough to substitute for the smallest penis. I guess.
Are you good people sick to your stomach yet?
