Brisbane City reverberated today with a blast that rocked this river town to its very foundations of blood, sweat, and XXXX fucking Gold.
Someone had just dropped a bomb.
But not a bomb of shrapnel, or a bomb of compressed gases which explode. Someone just dropped a god-damn truth bomb. And it didn’t come in the form of a well-reasoned argument, or an explanation, or any sort of enlightening, illuminating evidence.
It came in the most dangerous phrase in the English language. The phrase that turns the brave and courageous into the meek and reticent, and the phrase that turns men into boys, and #girlbosses into everyday women.
In the middle of a heated conversation on Twitter, Brisbane pedestrian.tv contributor and Labor volunteer, Red Hill’s Laura Schicofske hit back to an admittedly bizarre point about why Pete Buttigieg is the kid from Stuart Little grown up with the most devastating weapon the world has ever seen.
‘This ain’t it hun, x.’
Put away the nuclear weapons, Richard Nixon. Or should I say, put away the strongest tool in your political arsenal, miscellaneous left-wing person on Twitter.
As the argument rages on, a city tries to forget. The sharp simplicity of ‘this ain’t it,’ screaming to the reader that this simply isn’t it.
The faux-familiarity of ‘hun,’ which hides a deep undercurrent of aggression.
And to cap it all off, the cherry on top of the sundae of this rhetorical grenade, the single letter ‘x.’ Such meaning. Such power. Never forget this day.
No more to come at all, ever.