Sheep…just effing sheep.

‘A GROUP of good Samaritan mums who made sandwiches for volunteers trying to protect Warracknabeal from floods have been given the chop.
The Red Cross told the women not to drop off meals to hungry workers, in case someone had an adverse reaction to the food.
Susan Knorpp and her friends Kirsty Holland and Fiona Holland spent five hours making cakes, slices and eight loaves of sandwiches for shire workers and volunteers.
They swung into action after Ms Knorpp’s husband got home from filling sandbags at 4.30am earlier in the week and said he had not eaten all day.
“To me, I was just trying to get my husband and some other people fed,” she said.
……”They said we could no longer make food unless we were working from the official site,” Ms Knorpp said.
“I was quite amazed. I had thought we were doing the right thing when my husband said he had not eaten.
“(We were) trying to do a good deed and got told to shut down.’                  source

You know where the fault lies here?  With the bloody spineless sheep who go along with the orders of petty tyrants, who roll over and obey any jumped-up little fucker wearing a fluoro jacket and an I.D. badge. Until people grow some spine, recover some self-respect and simple courage, they will continue to piss away your liberties and mine out of sheer cowardice. I have no sympathy for these women. The proper response should have been “fuck you, I’ll feed my husband and whoever else I choose”
“The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.”

Wabbit thought he’d finished his little rant, but after a coffee and a cigarette, he decided otherwise…
You know, some people simply don’t deserve liberty. They’re born sheep, just waiting for the sheepdog of authority to come along and tell them what to do. A perfect object lesson in the old truism that people don’t value that which they get for nothing. I assume this woman swore an oath when she married–apparently the oath came with a caveat: “Unless an official tells me otherwise, in which case I am free to break this oath”
The official who attempted to get between me and the honouring of the oath I swore before God to care for and protect my partner would need to be very, very well armed or otherwise protected indeed. Marriage is more than a pretty dress and a big social event, Mrs Knorrp.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments are closed.