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Last updated on August 8th, 2017 at 10:28 am
The Age’s Michael Leunig – who previously met God during his anti-Semitic cartoon crisis (“God came in from the paddock and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder”) – now has a personal encounter with weather:
The drought looks at me accusingly – the drought that shrivels egos, affectations and falsehoods – it looks at me knowingly.
The drought! It sees all! In other signs that Leunig is certifiable, he writes:
Democracy, with its implied respect for and dependence upon difference and diversity, now includes mob rule and totalitarianism by stealth in its process through a tawdry, media-based popularity contest spun around superficial appearances, catch phrases, and the modern art of instant, mass deceit. We may well wonder if the true self of modern man has gone secretly mad with fear and exhaustion and is too weak and frightened to emerge. We have fantasy and delusional versions of individuality but do we have the stomach for the real thing?
No realms of human endeavour seem immune from the gently flowing falseness and conformity. Pop stars, politicians, cricket buffs, critics, comedians, actors, academics – craven and crawling – desperately impressing the world with charm, symmetry, toughness, quickness, grooviness, goodness, aloofness, happiness, wit: all the pleasing and dazzling things, the cultivated forms of attractiveness, but somehow moribund.
Best wishes to anyone who has to deal with this chap.
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