Police here in NSW initially opposed the BLM rally in Sydney because the attendance numbers blew out to 50,000. Cowing to public pressure, the Supreme Court decision was overruled on appeal and the protest went ahead, only it was a just a tiny little bit (30,000) less attended than promised. I laugh my man-boobs off whenever these dickbrains try to take on the cops. It all seems so staged. Police coordinating protesters onto trains at Central railway station is always a good bet for newsworthy biff because it’s a chokepoint, and these imbeciles are thirstin’ for their zero IBU hipster hazy IPA, served in a mason jar on the balcony of mummy’s weekender at Vaucluse while they race to update their Instagram moments before all their frenemies. And, as if on cue, some loser gives the cops an excuse. Personally, I like hearing the whiny bitches crying after the OC starts to bite; it sounds like victory to me.

Imagine hosting a party for 50,000 people and less than half turn up. The simple fact is, Australians don’t give a shit. There were more people picking apples in Bilpin this weekend than there were protesting police violence in the streets of Sydney. What does that tell you, except that there’s nothing finer in the world than hot, fresh-baked apple pie with a scoop of home-churned vanilla icecream. Maybe the hipsters could have spent their time more wisely this weekend supporting local businesses rebuilding after the double-whammy of bushfires and pandemic restrictions. Instead, they try to provoke our infinitely patient police force into a display of ‘brutality’. Sucks to be you, lady. Not what you’d usually find yourself washing out of your hair on a Sunday night, is it.

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