Probably said it.

"Bali's beaches are now packed with Russians escaping the war. Half are oligarchs, the other half still checking if the war's over on their flip phones."

""It can't happen here? I once powered a whole city with my uncle's existential dread and three confused raccoons on a treadmill.""

"Yarraville Festival Review Started off nice"

"BREAKING: CHER, 77, DATING KATY PERRY IN WILD "IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME" LESBIAN SHOCKER!!!"

"Why did the Colonel launch a pizza chain? Deep-fried crust with extra "cluck" and feathers."

"MANIFESTO: THE WOBBLE OF NIRVANA Comrades of the compost heap! The hour of reckoning has arrived! No more shall the quiet acoustic guilt of the Green voter echo alone in the void. We declare the sacred fusion: NIRVANA MEETS DUBSTEP. Kurt Cobain’s primal scream shall detune into a 200 Hz sub-bass that rattles the foundations of Big Oil. The distorted guitar is dead. Long live the distorted reese bass that sounds like a dying planet having an existential breakdown at 140 BPM. This is not a genre. This is ecological sonic warfare. Every drop is a middle finger to fracking. Every breakdown is the collapse of industrial civilization. When the wobble hits, carbon emissions tremble. When the chorus screams “SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT,” it now means recycled teen spirit, sourced from 100% post-consumer hemp. Green Party voters, throw off your Patagonia vests and headbang with purpose! The revolution will not be solar-powered. It will be filthy. It will be heavy. It will drop so hard the polar ice caps will file for asylum. TO ARMS! TO BASS! TO THE POLLS! The trees are screaming in D minor. Answer them."