Rex Murphy, in his heart and soul

Rebuking and refuting and confounding the Nasty Caste

We used to value pricks.

Not the jumped up skinbags of hate.

We elected one of those as Premier as few years ago and the needy little shagger paid us back with a saltwater remake of High Plains Drifter.

Not those.

Pricks of our consciousness.

Our conscience.

The ones who wake us from sleep-while-awake, who burst the shell of assumptions and delusions we co…