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The Art of Stunts

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  Pauline Hanson: The Senate Performance Artist | Escalating Political Stunts as Avant-Garde Art What if Australian Senator Pauline Hanson channelled her controversial political persona into provocative, escalating performance art pieces that blur the lines between politics and theatre? This thought experiment explores three 'Acts' of outrage designed to amplify division, nationalism, and anti-'woke' themes live in the Senate Gallery: "Swamped by Symbols" - Using altered Australian flags and props to critique multiculturalism, escalating her infamous 'swamped by Asians' line. "Burqa Bonfire" - A shocking mid-level provocation building on her real-life burqa stunts, incorporating banned slogans and effigies of critics. "Piss Off Pavilion" - The high-octane climax featuring a mock 'border wall,' loyalty tests, and red liquid symbolising 'taxpayer blood,' all risking her expulsion. Watch as we examine how weaponising sh...
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Kyoto Street

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Are you tired grappling with the complex problems
Your place in the universe
Take a contemplative walk
Make your choice
Select your frame of mind
Consider helping the poor and sick
Why hurry
Why catch up


Kyoto Street Tree

It is so easy not to see
When mass media almost always the leads the  story with hate
When religious media almost always justifies the story with damnation
When politicians almost always employ inflammatory rhetoric to gain votes

External attackers and internal disorder
The Religious,  Government and Military shepherds are selling us safety through our fear









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