Freak Country
Thanks to the private school head injuries running Australia right now we know that if you are Australian there's a roughly 35% chance you're a worthless organ bank any good person should be legally allowed to slice open with a knife to show your kids how fuckheads work.
Our treatment of people who've broken tiny rules is not just world class it's historically accurate, right down to the bottomless cruelty. But look at how we treat our own! Here in Melbourne we've accepted gangs of ticket inspecting thugs on public transport because hey, if you don't have a validated card or you talk back to to the fucking idiots who are all the way into your face on a tram you should of course be hurt badly and the bruising should reach where your inner child lives.
In this supposedly easy going nation of laid back types we absolutely accept any kind of violence dropped on rule breakers and back talkers. We not only cop it, we applaud it. Today the Ombudsman found train pigs at Flinders Street Station used excessive force when they spear tackled a teenage girl. Big deal. Until Australians consult the fucking oracle and fight back we are the laughing stock of the world.
We are the most fortunate nation on Earth so we're always going to be embarrassing and I thank god every day that the internet means we get to no longer hide our awesome fuckedness from the other 6 billion punters. How they must goggle at our bus racists, our blackfellas living in conditions of such misery that no one in a major city should ever smile, our merciless treatment of people fleeing the same places we send our highly trained bush killers, the places the USA drones the fuck out of for reasons no one can explain.
Both sides of politics are to blame, but those refugees and blackfellas and public transport victims don't need your guilt. Fuck guilt, they need your conscience. That's also all you need. Your conscience. The awesome news is you have one and it knows the difference between acting out of guilt and self righteousness (like some kind of dinner party ruining asshole) and making decisions based on what's simple and right (like an adult who isn't afraid of his own shadow and has become a whining mess of a human being dithering at the supermarket over ethical coffee choices.)
What's happening to us in our denial and in our name with much heated justification is wrong on so many levels. We're not dealing with any of our problems. If I hadn't taken part in the community picket that shut down the East West Link I would have no hope for the future. But I did, even though for the sake of this blog I apparently hate everyone and everything. Well, at least I'm present and accountable in my bile prison. Good day.
Tickets to my funny comedy show.
Our treatment of people who've broken tiny rules is not just world class it's historically accurate, right down to the bottomless cruelty. But look at how we treat our own! Here in Melbourne we've accepted gangs of ticket inspecting thugs on public transport because hey, if you don't have a validated card or you talk back to to the fucking idiots who are all the way into your face on a tram you should of course be hurt badly and the bruising should reach where your inner child lives.
In this supposedly easy going nation of laid back types we absolutely accept any kind of violence dropped on rule breakers and back talkers. We not only cop it, we applaud it. Today the Ombudsman found train pigs at Flinders Street Station used excessive force when they spear tackled a teenage girl. Big deal. Until Australians consult the fucking oracle and fight back we are the laughing stock of the world.
We are the most fortunate nation on Earth so we're always going to be embarrassing and I thank god every day that the internet means we get to no longer hide our awesome fuckedness from the other 6 billion punters. How they must goggle at our bus racists, our blackfellas living in conditions of such misery that no one in a major city should ever smile, our merciless treatment of people fleeing the same places we send our highly trained bush killers, the places the USA drones the fuck out of for reasons no one can explain.
Both sides of politics are to blame, but those refugees and blackfellas and public transport victims don't need your guilt. Fuck guilt, they need your conscience. That's also all you need. Your conscience. The awesome news is you have one and it knows the difference between acting out of guilt and self righteousness (like some kind of dinner party ruining asshole) and making decisions based on what's simple and right (like an adult who isn't afraid of his own shadow and has become a whining mess of a human being dithering at the supermarket over ethical coffee choices.)
What's happening to us in our denial and in our name with much heated justification is wrong on so many levels. We're not dealing with any of our problems. If I hadn't taken part in the community picket that shut down the East West Link I would have no hope for the future. But I did, even though for the sake of this blog I apparently hate everyone and everything. Well, at least I'm present and accountable in my bile prison. Good day.
Tickets to my funny comedy show.
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