Saturday 9 December 2006

Bring David Home

I would have spent today at home with my nose to the grindstone, atoning for a week of procrastinatory hedgehog googling, except that my ex-Liberal-Party, lefter-than-thou, Ruddock's-bad-for-my-blood-pressure Dad guilted me into going to the David Hicks demo.

And a good thing, too. There's something for everyone in the Bring David Home campaign. The Socialist Alliance kids can use Hicks' detention as proof that the PM's a fascist. Fine upstanding legal personages can politely discuss habeas corpus with dreadlocked anarchists. For everyone else, it's the first chance to wear Guantanamo Bay orange since the shortlived citrus phase of '95.

So no surprise to find myself standing with a Spartacist vendor on my left and the president of the bar association on my right. A bit more of a surprise, though, to see the NSW police joining in.



That's an orange police escort car, if I'm not mistaken. I have never seen an orange police vehicle before. At the risk of shedding street-cred by the gallon for want of the right and proper cynicism, it does look suspiciously like the NSW police have deliberately turned up in the protest colour du jour. Am I drawing too long a bow in suggesting that the NSW police want to Bring David Home? Gentlemen of the jury, I think not. The NSW police want to Bring David Home, and they won't rest until he gets here.

Likewise, this orange traffic light -



- one of many orange traffic lights visible today to the casual observer - seems close to categorical proof that the Roads and Traffic Authority feels the same way. Bring David Home, says the RTA, and give way to traffic already in the roundabout while you're at it.

Australia's agricultural sector, involved in civil liberties activism for many years, has indicated its complete support for Bringing David Home with the release of this limited edition fruit:



No government which knows where its bread is buttered is going to ignore a clear signal like that.

4 comments:

TimT said...

An orange police car?

Maybe it's a member of a police car cult. Did it go around singing "Cari, Cari, Cari Cari Krishna?" and beeping?

Or maybe it's a gay police car. You know, a car that hangs around in bars.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

You know, you're RIGHT! I knew there was something funny about that constable sitting in the lotus position.

And there was I thinking that the police were tools of the establishment ...

Anonymous said...

i must lodge a conscientious objection to the delegation of the colour orange to 'that short lived citrus phase' in the badlands of the mid-nineties. some of us have kept the tangerine dream alive. i note too that huysmans loved orange for being the most unnatural of colours. i still don't understand why he deems orange unnatural but i wonder if this has anything to do with its frequent association with messages like: 'watch out!' 'don't touch' 'go away.' that's all.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Maybe Huysmans was thinking of the spray tan (I hear they were big in nineteenth-century Paris). There are few things more affronting to one's biological intuitions than acres of out and proud orange skin. Or perhaps he had Princeton in mind. I've always wondered about the eligibility of a university that chooses orange and black as its team colours ...

Gosh. I just get more offensive by the sentence. Sorry, Splatri. Long live tertiary colours! May orange triumph again! Tangerine for queen!

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