Proud Australian
The first thing I
saw today was a story about homeless Americans watching their
wheelchairs being thrown into a garbage compactor and crushed. The
last thing I saw last night was a story of 600 people being taken
away from their children by the American gestapo. In between I had a
lovely 7 hours sleep. Maybe I should have slept long long enough to
arrive in a future where unspeakable cruelty isn't widely celebrated.
Activists are often
asked, well, what's your plan for a world that works? When you
describe your version of paradise you are met with buffoonish
naysaying. The person you're talking to suddenly transforms into an
oversized anus that sucks in hope and shits out Ruining Christmas
Uncle cliches.
If you can't take
the cruelty for one more minute you have no stamina. If you don't
want to cheer on the cartoonish villainy you're a party pooper. If
you call concentration camps what they are you are shockingly
disloyal.
But I'm just proud
to be Australian. We have developed and exported models for cruelty
to refugees to the rest of the world. We are unmistakably the biggest
fuckheads on Earth. Even America can't take that away from us. We did
it. A country with a small population punched above it's weight in
the global fight to ruin civilisation.
If the whole point
of the so called western world is to prove capitalism is wrong,
we've done it. Amen.
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