k-punk

Taking family and their kids round a sweet bit of Sheffield today we were confronted by a mad xtian hippy who snarled at and threatened us until my repeated and polite requests that he go away were finally acceded to. Our infraction?
My sister’s 3 year old was wearing my son’s devil horns headband.
“We take pure babies and make devils of them! That’s what we do!”
I was shaken but unbowed. And the experience served to illustrate the pointlessness of maintaining an open space for abuse by the foul of mind and heart, which is the conundrum with which K-Punk has wrestled these last few weeks. A new tragedy of the commons.
Well THIS commons is defended, friend, and we’ll be damned if we let you spoil it. We are not Over, but you are OUT.