Questions and Arseholes
The other night students interrupted the live broadcast of Q and A, a panel show moderated by one of those little boys you see on a historical water fountain, Tony Jones. The audience is permitted to ask questions of the panel and it’s all a bunch of skull-imploding bullshit with very little bearing on anything other than my fucking nerves. I stopped watching months and months ago to lower the risk of my window shattering outwards as a TV sailed into the street. This show is infuriating in it’s smug denial of any person or thing outside the world of people Tony Jones could lunch with comfortably. I don’t want to make this a Tony Jones hate fest, he’s got a job to do and that is to act as a gate keeper of democracy. This was made very clear when the protesters made only one person angry: Tony. The politicians on the panel betrayed no stress or sense of outrage, only Tony was put off, derailed, angered and told the protesters they weren’t doing their cause any good. Why is that the