I wasn't anybody's dad, but they were my KIDS. They brought me so much joy. Those years changed me from an angry, bitter man into somebody who went out and tried to make the world better.
And now they are being slaughtered, and I don't know what to do.
Peeking behind the curtain here, but I was an English teacher in Indonesia for a long time: my job was looking after Muslim kids, and it changed my life.
While I am not a Muslim myself, this feels like an attack on my people. It hurts in ways I have no words for.
I have no jokes for this; I have no words for this.
I once said we were laughing at them because they want to kill us, and it's the only thing we have left—right now I'm not even sure I've got that.
Whenever I start talking to a girl about fiscal responsibility, she's overcome with my sheer logic. I love that facial expression girls make, that tells you they're awed by how rational you are and definitely want to fuck you.
I was in a hipster cafe and I heard two blokes with glasses and tattoos and shit eating avocado toast and saying "cor that Judith Collins is a legit snack I'm going to vote National from now on" and then everybody stood up and clapped.
Interesting conversation next to me at a cafe. Two teachers complaining that the Goverment won’t give them a decent pay rise yet has given Shane Jones $3 billion to waste. They seem to regret how they voted!
First they came for the gamers, and I did not speak out because I was not a gamer
Then they came for the MRAs, and I did not speak out because I was not an MRA
Then they came for the spotty blokes who think "um ... actually" is a political platform, and there was nobody to spea