New South Wales Premier Gladys Berejiklian has come under fire in recent weeks with her approach to recreational drug use, and in particular, its use at music festivals. Dismissing pill testing, and charging exorbitant fees to NSW festivals, are just a few of the policies which reflect her distaste for recreational drugs.

We call hypocrite! It’s pretty crazy for Ms Berejiklian to be so stringently opposed to mind-bending, recreational drugs, when her own last name is so abundantly the result of a deranged, three-day acid trip.

The Gospels say ‘Let she who is without sin cast the first stone,’ Gladys! And bloody well let she who is without an LSD-riddled, spacey last name cast the first anti-drug policy which affects the live music industry.

I mean, seriously, Berejiklian? That’s not some whimsical word conjured up by a Roald Dahl-type figure after a few cups of coffee. It’s no ‘snozzberries!’

And it’s still clearly not the result of a twenty-year-old festivalgoer after a few caps. It’s no ‘Peking Duk are fucking sick!’

No, it is very clearly the result of an epic, three-day, acid bender which took minds to the prisms of very language itself, resulting in a deconstructionist last name which is so out there, network television pundits still can’t pronounce it (and it’s not because they’re ignorant).

For the Premier to stand on her soapbox and wax lyrical about drug deaths, when an acid-fuelled adventure is responsible for the roguish combination of ‘j,’ i,’ and then another ‘i,’ is nothing short of folly.

Here at The Obiter, we have only one question for Glad Wrap.

What are you on, and a follow-up question - where can we get some?