Thank you for the prep notes on today’s spectacle. It sounds gruesome enough that I’m glad to be emotionally guarded before wading into the details of today’s chapter of American Carnage 2020.
Since de Klerk, certain racist cunts who fancy themselves clever, when they feel the tide of history sweeping up their legs, try to divert the righteously enraged and active toward the strange fruit hanging in the branches and away from the trunk and the roots In order to protect the whole evil tree.
Bambi is just that sort of cunt.
Thank you for marking you self out, darling.
We’ll get to what it means for you in time.
I don't feel like apologising for anything I didn't do.
If I lived in America no way I'd be kneeling before anyone on earth.
We got it, Bambi.
You really don't need to trot your selfish ignorance in front of us repeatedly. Honest.
Nobody ever helped you. You are a self-made man. You built your country on land created from stone that nobody ever touched - it wasn't taken from others. Your clothing and home are from materials you grew, not from corporations that took advantage of people.
I did enough "yes sir, no sir, 3 bags full sir/maam" grovelling and apologising, and having people speaking to me like I was dirt, in the workplace to last me 3 life times.
Apologising to women shouting at me every time I made the slightest mistake.
I'm a self made nothing.
I was just lucky. Lucky married women were not allowed to work in the industry that was chosen for me by my parents...'like father, like son', and all that jazz. So although I failed graduation high school [got a pass certificate after 3 years of HS that said I was OK]...the 'turnover' meant there was a vacancy for me.
Anyway, being the son of a senior pirate flag waving man, a job would've been found for me somewhere.
My first boss in the govt organisation also waved the pirate flag and came to our home quite often....funny about that.
At 16 I was shipped off to finishing school in the CBD every Sat morning for 12 months to make me a "nature's gentleman".
Elocution, etiquette, speak the Queen's english to a high and polite standard.
Like 'Walt Kowalski' in Gran Torino, I was lucky enough to get "one of the best women who's ever lived" to marry me.
She of Irish Catholic, Irish Protestant, English Protestant, with a splash of Indigenous Australian thrown in along the way, descent.
I fought the good fight for equal pay/equal rights for women, I spent time on the radio lobbying for better housing etc for Indigenous people, and supported the campaigns for 'fair chocolate' and 'fair prices for factory workers' in Bangladesh etc.
Not my fault the British invaded the land and stole it from the Indigenous people.
Immigrant people were moving into my old neighbourhood, seeking homes to buy.
I renovated our home, made it desirable, if older.
I ripped off no one, just auctioned it and made the buyers pay top dollar.
No more grovelling, kneeling, surrendering, apologising for existing, will I be doing.
I'll be departing this life standing straight up.