Ditch the racism and enjoy Australia Day as it should be
WELL, Australia Day is pretty well upon us, and that means a number of things.
Calm, collected, cool-blooded everyday Australians turn into thong-hurling, profanity-spewing, hot-tempered racists, while others simply know how to enjoy the day as it should be.
I myself am usually somewhere right down the middle, happy to bathe myself in an Australian flag for the day, or a Hawaiian shirt, either works, listening to the goodness that is the Hottest 100, surrounded by mates.
I tend to hold fire on the anti-everyone-but-whites attitude that some seem to think Australia Day excuses.
The whole "F**k off we're full" campaign never really struck a chord with me to tell the truth.
Don't get me wrong, you won't find me down on the beach waving the boat people in with illuminated light sticks; I'm just like many Australians, completely apathetic.
To go and spout hate at someone just based on their skin colour or culture, because it's "Straya Day" doesn't really light my candle.
I'm not going to picket on the streets about it; I just don't see the point in it.
Why do people let themselves get so hot under the collar about these things? What do we base our hate on? Hatred passed down to us through generations of our family?
Does that excuse appalling behaviour, senseless violence and general lack of humanity because it's our national day?
To me, being Australian doesn't have much to do with anything about the way you look/smell/sound; it's about your attitude.
Aren't we the kind of people who give anyone a fair go? Who trust people until that trust is broken, respect someone until they lose your respect, back somebody when everyone else writes them off?
Our forefathers fought in trenches for our country, do you think they would've given a damn whether you were red, blue, yellow, black or white in the trenches fighting next to them as the bullets flew?
I have a feeling it wouldn't have mattered to an Aussie back then.
You were all in there fighting for something and it didn't matter who or what your background was, what mattered was you were there in the thick of it, helping the mate next to you.
I think our forefathers would be shaking their heads now, asking themselves what they really fought for.
A culture where a bloke heads out on the town and decides he's going to start throwing haymakers at someone at random, knock somebody senseless, kill them, and then blame alcohol for their actions. What a disgrace!
At least be man enough to own up to the fact you're a sub-human scumbag who deserves to rot for taking some innocent punter's life.
I don't think that's Australian, I could be wrong, but I just don't think it was the way generations before us did it.
Sure, if some bloke deserved it back in the day, then they probably got a belting, but I imagine there was none of this king-hit crap.
So do yourselves a favour, enjoy Australia Day, get on it with your mates, but keep a lid on the racism and the violence.
No one wants to be picking their lifeless mate up out of the gutter, especially if it's getting to the business end of the Hottest 100 countdown, I mean come-on, that's just un-Australian.