Brisbanites

​Never in my life have I encountered a group of people that get as angry as the Brisbanites do when another breaks the rules.

There seems to be a general acceptance that anger in such circumstances is A. justified, and B. free from the risk of personal harm resulting from retaliation. 

As a result, it’s like being in primary school with a bunch of library monitors, all wearing their badges proudly and ready to dob you in for the most minor of indiscretions.

Wherefore comes such anger? After admittedly very little thought, I have concluded that the suburbanites of Brisbane are the most locked-in that I have encountered. 

They have everything one could hope for, except any sense of freedom or freewill. They have unwittingly sold their souls to the consumption devil and they are subconsciously seething at the unfairness of the honey trap.

Hence they lash out at anyone that seems to be skipping along, ignoring the lobster traps.

The absence of any fear of retaliation upon their expression of disgust can be explained by their collective physical and mental uselessness.

They couldn’t fight their collective way out of a brown paper bag and they don’t really believe that there are people that can. 

In summary, they are like the flightless birds of New Zealand; dumb, fat and free from predators. That is until the Maoris turned up.