Boarding the flight from Newmania to Bofland, I was conscious of the LNP operatives on my tail. Their hats were pulled low on their brows to meet with dark rimmed sunglasses. They wrestled broadsheet newspapers; a dead giveaway to these LNP 'G-men' in the digital age of handhelds.
In the 21st century, a radical like me doesn't need weapons to bring down a regime. Our colt 45's now replaced with iPhone 4's. We can quick-draw down on an adversary and fire short bursts of prose.
Words are our bullets now. A seemingly never ending supply of ammunition, taking down corrupt politicians and dodgy governments a tweet at a time.
The flight is uneventful, nothing more than you'd expect traversing major cities in Australia. Those 'G-Men' sit idly to the front and right of me, inconspicuous only to themselves.
I reach the port of destination, do the usual and check in for a drink at the nearest.
A tumbler of golden whiskey in front of me, alone, at the bar, she comes up behind me.
"Is that a policy in your pocket or are you smuggling budgies?"
I wheel around in alarm, the operatives pictured above her right shoulder, she looks... beautiful beyond anything I could ever have imagined.
Wait.
No, I was never trained to be distracted this way.
The flight is uneventful, nothing more than you'd expect traversing major cities in Australia. Those 'G-Men' sit idly to the front and right of me, inconspicuous only to themselves.
I reach the port of destination, do the usual and check in for a drink at the nearest.
A tumbler of golden whiskey in front of me, alone, at the bar, she comes up behind me.
"Is that a policy in your pocket or are you smuggling budgies?"
I wheel around in alarm, the operatives pictured above her right shoulder, she looks... beautiful beyond anything I could ever have imagined.
Wait.
No, I was never trained to be distracted this way.
Ranted by Doomboy
