Observation

There are a lot of utes in Sydney's Inner West all of a sudden. And not the old standard "if I park a rusty piece of shit ute in front of my St Peters hovel it'll give me the cred I so desperately desire from my anarchist hippy mates" ute but great big shiny fuck-off utes. Hiluxs. Hiluxes? Hiluxii? A bunch of Toyotas. All new and huge and sitting about a metre off the ground. Now, I've put a lot of thought into this new phenomenon and there are only two possible explanations.
Possible explanation 1: Due to the current world economic crisis coupled with the insane price of Sydney houses roughly mounted by the sudden Australian fascination with renovating said insanely expensive houses builders have become our new ruling class. They own all the houses and thus all the money (I believe they are then entitled to all the women and/or sugar, whichever way they roll, I don't judge) and thus are our new ute driving overlords.
Possible explanation 2: Much has been made of the "your smart phone has more processing power than all of NASA when it sent a dude to the moon" factoid. And that's a phone. Having done some quick but startlingly accurate maths I have discovered that you could easily fit a million phones into a one tonne ute. Making it a million times smarter than your phone. Those of you paying attention and not wondering when I'm going to start talking about male prostitutes again will already know where I'm going with this. The utes themselves are our new overlords. That's right, shit just got real. Or should I just stop eating cheese and then watching Transformers movies and then going to sleep and dreaming about our knew ute over lords? Is it all Michael Bay's fault? Yes. Yes it is. I hate you Michael Bay and my childhood hates you more.