Purple Powder Bomb
Yesterday, if you haven’t heard, in the House of Commons, a couple of protestors sitting on the VIP visitors’ gallery, hurled harmless purple flour missiles (with impressive accuracy by the way) at Tony Blair during question time. The two men, known to be articulate, are from Fathers for Justice, a lobby group representing estranged fathers who are restrained from contacting their children. They were allegedly upset with the Premier’s unsatisfactory response in regards to the legal system in handling child custody cases. It was indeed the straw that broke the camel's back. Nevermind that they are likely to face serious legal consequences of this rather preposterous act, the main thing here is that this has not only raised security concerns in the Parliament, it has also stimulated debates nationwide on the rights of good loving dads.Strange isn’t it? In today’s civilised world, you would expect the more reasonable channels to be adequate in getting you the attention you deserve but it is simply not the case. At times you just have to resort to more irrational childish methods. I wouldn’t conclusively say that all fathers deserve a slice of the cake. By the same token, I think some women are just being evil. Men could be such bastards sometimes but women can be equally bitchy. It kills me to see some women not appreciating good guys because Knock! Knock! Good guys are so scarce these days. When the day comes for me to marry, my primary worry (other than whether or not my partner is cute *wink*) would be that of the attitude of my future life-partner – will he love me this much until the day I die? Will he look for younger, more gorgeous looking women 20 years down the road? Will he be an affectionate caring husband who would always help me around the house and not be the traditional chauvinistic Malay husband who can’t be bothered with anything even doing his own dishes? Will we constantly have adventures together to keep our relationship exciting? If I were in a marriage, it would have to be because I want to, not because I have to. Ooops... think I’m derailing. Sorry about that. Well, the point is (a mental image of Josh Charles as Knox Overstreet leaning against the wall by the payphone while saying the same phrase emerges in my head… long sigh. So cute) it’s incredibly stupid that when people don’t want to take part you tell them off, pass judgment on them and force them to but when people are eager to get involved, you wouldn’t let them. What is wrong with you people?!
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