Australia, once internationally considered a multicultural melting pot of convicts and people who are not convicts, is becoming increasingly recognised for straight up old school racism. There are many ways to recognise a racist, like southern cross tattoos or prefacing a sentence with “I’m not a racist” (If you have to preface it with that it is at least slightly racist, it would be like walking around a school fete, accosting young mothers and saying “Madam, I am no paedophile but you must know that your child is a sexy beast.”
Another way in which one can indicate that they are a racist is if their criticism of something centres on it being ‘un-Australian’. As if there was a meeting that all the whites went to in the early fifties in which a national character was decided upon. And because it’s the fifties the participants in this forum would have been conservative bores who probably mixed milk with vodka, didn’t allow mixed-gender dancing at discos and violently sexed themselves to whatever jazz or bebop music they could find on the radio. And cowards, as all racists are. Even racist wolverines, Canada's bravest woodland creature, are pussies.
People who seem to hold on to the assumption that they have the authority to label something they don’t like un-Australian are, always, idiots. Because rather than simply saying the activity they are against disagrees with their own values, they attempt to play into jingoism, hoping to convince people that something like the banning of poker machines would be akin to the submarine in Sydney Harbour reanimating and taking out the Opera house. Actually the bridge, the opera house is probably un-Australian, lookin’ all faggy an’ shit.
Banning poker machines isn’t un-Australian. One would think that as a country we’d advertise ourselves as against rich people exploiting and sucking problem gamblers dry. Because seriously, fuck poker machines. They’re not even fun. Get an X-box. But that’s beside the point, the real problem is that the people who make poker machines are filthy blood-sucking swine, and the government should be working to ensure they get as little money (and therefore sex) as possible in the near and distant future.
The Cronulla riots, for something created by talk of un-Australian things, was decidedly un-Australian. Although maybe it wasn’t, when you consider the vitriol thrown towards the Villawood detainees. Considering they’ve been incarcerated in unliveable circumstances for years, all because they’ve commited the crime of being born in a country that hates them (like wants them dead hates them). It’s equitable to Australia being a sweet house party, and all of a sudden there’s a knock on the door and a brutally beaten individual stumbles in, saying that if they return to their house they will be killed. Now, to kick them out would be un-Australian, so everyone just agrees to lock the dude in the dog cage out back with maybe some cardboard to sleep on and ignore him for a couple of decades. Needless to say if you were that guy, you’d probably at some point start burning shit.
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