My other half and I are thinking about a trip to Bunnings soon. We want to look at bathroom settings and get some cushions for our outdoor chairs. While we're there, we might blather some misinterpreted sections from the 1948 Charter of Human Rights at the poor staff. We will then threaten to sue the staff for doing their jobs because, you know, entitlement and all that.
Well, if that woman who stormed in demanding her rights at a Melbourne Bunnings can do it, so can we, right? Wrong. We can't.
Did anybody see the footage the woman took on staff who were politely telling her to leave because she was not wearing a mask? Seriously, what ails some people? Who wakes up in the morning and thinks: What will I do today? Oh, I know. Why don't I defy a current law that's been issued for health reasons, and abuse people? I have my rights, after all! I don't want to wear a mask and I'm SURE it contravenes my human rights, and furthermore ,it is discriminatory to make me wear one. I will film the staff's reactions, because I want everyone to know I'm fighting the good fight here!
If you're reading this, you entitled she-shitgibbon, your plan was one steaming pile of turds because you don't seem to understand that the staff in an establishment have the right to refuse entry to somebody who is not complying with conditions of entry. The conditions of entry stated masks to be worn, except by those who have exemptions. Sorry, dear, but being a brain-dead fuckwit doesn't entitle you to an exemption.
To stand there complaining your being discriminated against because you're a woman is laughable, and does not help the cause of women who face genuine discrimination. I will type this slowly for you: you were not the victim of gender discrimination. What you were was a complete skank.
Listening to your threats to sue the staff had my eyes rolling into another dimension. Sue them for what, exactly? Doing their lawful jobs? Fuck right off with your buffoonery, you nonsensical beldame! They were not breaking the law: YOU WERE!
I'm not sure what you're hoping to achieve by filming yourself acting like a shrewish scold. I'm not sure this is what Andy Warhol had in mind when he philosophised about the fifteen minutes of fame that everyone would one day experience. You're experiencing it for the wrong reasons. Everyone knows what a misinformed and selfish sow you are.
Sure, masks aren't a barrel of laughs. However, I'm sure you're not getting sympathy from surgeons who were them for hours at a time when operating. If people worked together to stop the spread, then we can start resuming some type of normality.
But it won't happen while we have entitled scowls like this 'Karen' thing determined to cause distress for everybody. Get in the bin and pull the lid over yourself, you lame-brained cow.
Let's talk about something good - Howling on a Concrete Moon is available as a paperback. Google it. Haven't done the conversion to e-book yet.
Let's talk about something else that's good - I got my first uni assignment back, and earned a credit. *Does happy dance*.
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