I dumped shit here, I dumped shit there, I dumped shit everywhere.
Don’t be a tosser.
That's what the roadside billboard said.
I was a wanker, a wanker in the morning, the afternoon and especially the evening.
I traveled this great continent of ours.
Advance Australia Fair.
Well I advanced all right.
I had earned the title of prolific tosser.
If I wasn’t dumping, then I wasn’t living.
And if I wasn’t living, I just wasn’t dumping enough, was I?
Great desert scenes.
The only noise was me, yelling my fucking head off.
I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Ahhhhhh.
Agggggg, with a g, this time.
It seemed the most normal thing to do.
If I didn’t wake up the next morning with a horse voice, I wasn’t screaming loud enough, was I?
I had a lot of anger to off load.
Didn’t I?
I still do.
But I’m learning to get a grip.
If I don’t get a grip, I’ll be yelling from the gutter.
It’s where I’m heading if I don’t make good decisions very soon.
Australia is the land of ‘Fuck Me Over.’
I’ve been fucked over more times than I can count.
See, he’s playing victim again.
It doesn’t pay, unless of course you come from Africa and can’t speak English.
And that you are Muslim.
And that you have beheaded a few Christians for good measure.
That adds a degree of authenticity that the liberals get all wet over.
They get excited to be around living breathing animals.
It gets their heart racing.
Save the animals, it’s what they are all about.
How about a bit of perspective.
I was raced out of a household for being a bad man.
A Vietnamese household.
Bad man, meant, you bought us a solar system, and the need for you to hang around was about negative gearing.
No accountant in the world could help me now.
The police would only nod their head.
‘Theft, how can that be, you didn’t even have a tenancy contract.’
But she wasn’t declaring her income.
Doesn’t matter, remember, she’s a minority, doesn’t speak English well, and you are just a white Australian trying to oppress her.
Yeah, yeah. I know.
So I’m on voyage of discovery.
Escaping the new migrants who don’t like me.
They like what Australia offers them.
But they don’t like us.
I’ve just finished reading THE NINETEEN.
At last, someone who knows what is really going on and isn’t afraid to say it.
I’m not alone out there.
I let out another god almighty scream.
I stop at a road side, somewhere between here and no where, and off load some more garbage.
A god almighty crap.
I throw some rubbish as well, next to the bin.
Fuck it.
I’m creating work for the lucky bastard who has a job.
He’s probably an Indian from the Punjab.
And the local council employed him under their ‘more inclusive’ policy. No, I’m not making this one up.
And that means, less inclusive if you are a white male who speaks English.
Fuck, I bet he’s Muslim too.
Whoever is making these policies, they aren’t white, or native to Australia, that much I can bet.
Just the thought of that, chilling as it might have been, once upon a time, I took another dump. I took it before it was considered a crime.
It felt good.
It felt like something that we use to do once upon a time, before the liberals started dictating how to take a poo, what size of the deposit and where.
I make it habit now to shit in every shower of the rooms I rent now.
I’ll get a nice little reminder, ‘We are taking out $100 for cleaning.’
My bank will even applaud that transaction that I never sanctioned.
Fucked.
All I can do in retaliation is lay a turd in the shower.
It might seem childish.
Huh.
Try it.
Revenge is a turd. A turd dumped in the shower.
In their fucking shower.
That's a nice way of saying we don't and won't employ white guys born in Australia. We are just too much trouble.
Besides, the dole is enough for our aspirations, of shooting up crack and bashing up our girlfriends, right?
