On Australia day

On Australia day

The heat barely dissipates upon full blast of evap fan. The air reeks
the stench of occassional wheelie bin smell and constant buzzing of
flies large and small. Idiots of various bogan varieties stick
overpriced 4.99 made in china oz flags aside their beat up Nissan
pulsars and Toyota utes with determined expression to act
austraaarlien. Depressingly freckled skins fraught with skin cancer
cells lurking ever present around the moles are worn proudly by idiots
of bogan varieties as they flip flop their cheap Chinese made thongs
or worse bare footed stide through shops laced with SAMs warehouse and
dollar and sense. A nation of poor taste and backwardness proclaims
gingerly that on this day, mate, we shall look for some kinda national
identity and maybe drink less beer. Okie.

Sad truth is these bogans are the last breed of idiots who managed to
scramble unscathed through life without major financial burdens or
war. They are exactly comparable to the infamous Tasmania wombats
which lobs at least two foxes' dinner on their backside but go through
life moving slower than a turtle simply because no foxes are around.
Bogans become bogans because their is no adverse social and economical
consequences for being stupid, ugly, fat, and ignorant. Sell a bit of
that highly priced copper and coal and we'll be right mate. When
bogans run the country, the country boganises to its core.