THE SNIFFY BUNCH Comments

Stay in, someone says, the revolution is happening on the web.
Someone from our clan lays claim to a few pixels on the internet
and rallies a group so we can all collect the irritations.
The revolt's initiators post their big ideas about the rebellion
on the forum as if it were a company with growth potential in
a crisis, others waste their breath on the age of bad taste.

After the media have correctly implemented the short embargo
our uproar against the archaic petroleum dream is first seen as
an incident, a futile protest, after which opinions are published
by online presses about our disowned identity and parallels are drawn
with different generations, a sociologist is brought to the studio
and asks if this is an invite to the TV poll ‘Brilliant or Bonkers?'

Using the ad revenue of our massive internet hit - the video of
wheelchair OAPs who kidnapped their bank manager, disappointed
about the recent stock plunge - we will ask a soap actor to be
the grinning anchor of a commercial, shot by the director of
a romcom full of infotainment. Someone who likes to write sad poetry
will phrase the clinical state in a pithy yet accurate credo.

In a dazzling show the former flag-bearer, who wore ignorance like
a badge in amongst his bureaucratic banter, is sentenced and the impasse
is no longer a symptom. Bystanders say we're the sniffy bunch of our day,
the despairing choir hoping for the turnaround, the change of course.
There is a sudden stop to lurking under awnings, in kebab shops, markets
and gambling dens. We step out of the shadow cast by this charade.
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