I’ve been following the recent debate about Bill Henson being allowed into a Melbourne school ground without the knowledge of parents in some detail and I’ve come to this conclusion.
I don’t give a fuck.
I was sick to the back teeth with this when it first came around and my opinion hasn’t shifted.
The only thing worse than Henson himself, whose vanity and ego is matched only by his sense of entitlement, is the shrieking dickheads who have populated this “debate” in recent days.
Peter Farris – fuck off
David Marr – fuck off
Neil Mitchell – fuck off
Jeff Sparrow – fuck off and die slowly from a painful wasting disease that causes your head to swell to twice its natural size and your testicles to rot away slowly.
I’m sick of your endless, pompous moralising, the cheap political points you make rather than debating the issue, the snide personal cracks, the sense that you’re entitled to make your lame-arse points in the national media, the same tired debating tactics you first used in your private school thirty years ago.
To quote one of my great heroes, Oliver Cromwell, “In the name of God, go”.