Dear Michael, you smug fuck,
How many more centimetres of column space will it take before you will be satisfied in your mission to smuggle cynicism and your patronising superiority complex into the zeitgeist of the little ‘l’ liberal public under the cloak of cute and quirky insights.
I’m baffled at how you’ve seeped in so ubiquitously, but bravo for identifying a fault line in the bullshit firewall of the Australian upper-middle class. And bravo for exploiting this collective psychological weakness for wallowing to your own financial ends. Who else would’ve thought that selling us back our own neuroses and paranoia as harmless new-age witticisms would bear such fruit of fame and fortune. Who would’ve thought that such mean spirited and condescending triteness would be happily read as sincere insight.
How are you the self-anointed St Paul of modern society? With a depressed, impotent muppet and his duck? What gives you the right to illustrate our failings, offer none but the tritest consolation, while placing yourself so squarely outside the glass house? Do you really know any better than the audience you ‘illuminate’? If so, please for the love of god, don’t be such a grandiose fuck and spend your time doing something constructive rather than holding a filigree one-way mirror. Peddling cynicism and misery is not a career.
Nothing you say is revelatory. Most of it is actually pointless, and the rest is too fundamentally too mean-spirited to be worth taking on board.
I urge you Michael – kill Mr Curly and the duck and go and work in a shelter. Or at least shut the fuck up in the media. I'll even give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you know not what you do. But that’s no excuse.
Yours humbly and curly-ly,
Trent Griffiths
How many more centimetres of column space will it take before you will be satisfied in your mission to smuggle cynicism and your patronising superiority complex into the zeitgeist of the little ‘l’ liberal public under the cloak of cute and quirky insights.
I’m baffled at how you’ve seeped in so ubiquitously, but bravo for identifying a fault line in the bullshit firewall of the Australian upper-middle class. And bravo for exploiting this collective psychological weakness for wallowing to your own financial ends. Who else would’ve thought that selling us back our own neuroses and paranoia as harmless new-age witticisms would bear such fruit of fame and fortune. Who would’ve thought that such mean spirited and condescending triteness would be happily read as sincere insight.
How are you the self-anointed St Paul of modern society? With a depressed, impotent muppet and his duck? What gives you the right to illustrate our failings, offer none but the tritest consolation, while placing yourself so squarely outside the glass house? Do you really know any better than the audience you ‘illuminate’? If so, please for the love of god, don’t be such a grandiose fuck and spend your time doing something constructive rather than holding a filigree one-way mirror. Peddling cynicism and misery is not a career.
Nothing you say is revelatory. Most of it is actually pointless, and the rest is too fundamentally too mean-spirited to be worth taking on board.
I urge you Michael – kill Mr Curly and the duck and go and work in a shelter. Or at least shut the fuck up in the media. I'll even give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you know not what you do. But that’s no excuse.
Yours humbly and curly-ly,
Trent Griffiths
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