By Sir Scotchmistery
I just got another of those constant refrains from Change.Org asking me to support Mrs Whoever about the whatever thing of the day has gotten up her nose.
Tedious. Boring and constant, to a point where I choose to chop off contact with Change.org, which I would hate because occasionally there are important things come in there, like the one for Jordan Rice being recognized for his bravery by the Queensland government in spite of the efforts of Wagner’s Earth moving, construction and politician owning to prevent it.
Seriously, I wish I could reflect back at the Mrs Smiths of the world and ask them just how important their particular petition is.
Do I care if her daughter has to wear a dress? No. First world problem. At least she gets to go to school. I would point out that writing a letter to the lecherous old white men who think it’s cool to see 6 year old girls hanging upside down on the monkey bars, would be a better place to start than me. Particularly if the head person at the school is male.
Somewhere is there a contact at change.org who would give us as recipients of the email, an opportunity to reflect back to the poster/s of the endless streams of petitions for nonsense, when there are things like kids drowning on the beaches of Turkey which point we are getting to, but instead of drowning they are self-immolating? In our care, in our names, by those fluck-knuckles of the Liberal National Party and the Alternative Liberal Party.
Short answer – NO, because even they realise that there are people out in Internet Land who are capable of conscious thought, outside of their own petty bullshit issues, and they don’t want us to be hassling them about sponsoring dumb as dog shit petitions about stuff that doesn’t matter outside their own meaningless lounge rooms.
Now where the hell did I leave that box of soap?
