Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another. After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said, “Son, you know eating all that candy isn’t good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat.”
Little Tony replied, “My grandfather lived to be 107 years old.”
The man asked, “Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?”
Little Tony answered, “No, he minded his own fucking business.”
[Reprised from beNZylpiperazine, March 2007.]
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I reckon Little Tony has it figured out pretty well. Freedom starts with privacy, there’s no other way around it. Looking at the power of the New Zealand State sector, especially IRD, to snoop, search and seize, you have to draw some very sad conclusions.