Close Encounters

IX

 

 Paul F Walsh

 

Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge.

‘What’s so scary about an advisory group that only has the power to be heard?’ Knowledge asks.

‘You’re trying to trick me,’ Ignorance replied. ‘We know your agenda, mate?’

‘But do you know your own?’ Knowledge asked.

‘You’re a bloody know-all, mate!’ Ignorance declared. ‘Wanker rhymes with banker, and I hate them too.’

‘So, you hate Knowledge,’ Knowledge observed. ‘And yet you claim a knowledge of my agenda.’

‘You want to paint me as a racist, that’s your agenda, mate,’ Ignorance said. ‘So, how do you explain that some Aborigines agree with me, eh?’

‘Well, perhaps they are Ignorant too,’ Knowledge suggested. ‘Or at best mistaken.’

 

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