tl;dr: was friends with naturalized auzzie, she went to london, drank the koolaid, went home, noticed same disease in already rotting cunt city.
Back when I used to talk with a girl I was friends with for years, she was a naturalized citizen of aussieland, but was born in Malaysia (han chinese ancestry), she started talking about how Australia Day was a great thing (back in 2001-05). Over the years, she said it was getting boring with all the people complaining how it was racist overshadowing the actual celebration. This changed around 2010-11. She moved to England and suddenly everything became 'feminist this, men control that, rich boarding school prats lecturing each other on the train about man spreading, white people are discriminating against me because I am foreign, australian, and a woman.' But she was trying to become a barrister in the rich firms of London (where these entitled rich racists actually exist). At the same time, she was mocking her cousin for being an entitled princess over her wedding to a white man and wanting her rich parents to pay for it all. I stopped talking to her when suddenly all white people were racists, misogynists who hate foreigners and australia day (she went home to visit her sister for her birthday) was a celebration of colonialism.
This bitch was in Melbourne her entire life there. Their Port Land/San Francisco. The worst she had to worry about was the Tram not showing up on time, her bitch of a psycho cunt boss (seems to be the field), and rent being raised. Yet, all her friends and fellow Mobournians were the same fucking way about their home. Fuck them.
SideNote: Isn't this the day of the national races?
This is like peak Aussie expat story, ngl. Like, holy shit, that hits close to the bone, lol...
Like, spot on. Yep.
National races? There's a ferry race on Sydney Harbour, or there used to be, which was fucking awesome (those things can go proper fast, when they want to!), but other than that, not sure what you mean..?
Horse racing. Must be another day. She liked to go in early, go on lunch to get her ticket, then get off early to watch it. It's the day long event for one horse race, she said people got shitfaced early and stayed that way for the entire event.
She was from Melbourne, so it was undoubtedly Melbourne Cup Day. Or just “Cup Day”, if you prefer.
First Tuesday in November, I believe. Each year. Only a public holiday in Melbourne (I think they even cancelled the holiday, during Covid, the last two years, lol)…
Horrible, horrible event, even if I admit to have participated in tipping and sweeps. More horses died during it in the past decade than ever before, and yet the fucking vegans refuse to touch it, lol…
So yeah, can’t say I’m a fan, but your, uhh, “ex friend” sounds like exactly the sort of person who would do exactly as you describe, lol!
It’s a good day to get shit-faced, if, I imagine, extremely expensive to do so, lol…
But yeah, I admit that one makes even me uncomfortable, and always has…
I think if I was there, and saw a horse being shot for my entertainment, I would probably require more than a few drinks, just to… Deal with that. 😑
What the fuck are they doing to the horses that they have to be put down? When horses die in american races, its because they lost a leg either through an unfixable break they literally lost it. You can't save a horse once the leg is gone, it's just a reality. Most of these horses, they are so 'thoroughly' bred, they have weak joints and the stress of racing makes itself present.
My uncle raises racing horses and he doesn't buy/breed those weak-kneed race-fillers. Had a few that were injured and took up to 18 months getting them back in shape to spare them having be put down. Most of his horses he sells for breeding stock or riding animals once they no longer race. He's a real fucking asshole, but he couldn't put down his horses when age/illness got to them, my dad had to.
tl;dr: was friends with naturalized auzzie, she went to london, drank the koolaid, went home, noticed same disease in already rotting cunt city.
Back when I used to talk with a girl I was friends with for years, she was a naturalized citizen of aussieland, but was born in Malaysia (han chinese ancestry), she started talking about how Australia Day was a great thing (back in 2001-05). Over the years, she said it was getting boring with all the people complaining how it was racist overshadowing the actual celebration. This changed around 2010-11. She moved to England and suddenly everything became 'feminist this, men control that, rich boarding school prats lecturing each other on the train about man spreading, white people are discriminating against me because I am foreign, australian, and a woman.' But she was trying to become a barrister in the rich firms of London (where these entitled rich racists actually exist). At the same time, she was mocking her cousin for being an entitled princess over her wedding to a white man and wanting her rich parents to pay for it all. I stopped talking to her when suddenly all white people were racists, misogynists who hate foreigners and australia day (she went home to visit her sister for her birthday) was a celebration of colonialism.
This bitch was in Melbourne her entire life there. Their Port Land/San Francisco. The worst she had to worry about was the Tram not showing up on time, her bitch of a psycho cunt boss (seems to be the field), and rent being raised. Yet, all her friends and fellow Mobournians were the same fucking way about their home. Fuck them.
SideNote: Isn't this the day of the national races?
This is like peak Aussie expat story, ngl. Like, holy shit, that hits close to the bone, lol...
Like, spot on. Yep.
National races? There's a ferry race on Sydney Harbour, or there used to be, which was fucking awesome (those things can go proper fast, when they want to!), but other than that, not sure what you mean..?
Horse racing. Must be another day. She liked to go in early, go on lunch to get her ticket, then get off early to watch it. It's the day long event for one horse race, she said people got shitfaced early and stayed that way for the entire event.
Ooh, I can answer this one for you, actually!
She was from Melbourne, so it was undoubtedly Melbourne Cup Day. Or just “Cup Day”, if you prefer.
First Tuesday in November, I believe. Each year. Only a public holiday in Melbourne (I think they even cancelled the holiday, during Covid, the last two years, lol)…
Horrible, horrible event, even if I admit to have participated in tipping and sweeps. More horses died during it in the past decade than ever before, and yet the fucking vegans refuse to touch it, lol…
So yeah, can’t say I’m a fan, but your, uhh, “ex friend” sounds like exactly the sort of person who would do exactly as you describe, lol!
It’s a good day to get shit-faced, if, I imagine, extremely expensive to do so, lol…
But yeah, I admit that one makes even me uncomfortable, and always has…
I think if I was there, and saw a horse being shot for my entertainment, I would probably require more than a few drinks, just to… Deal with that. 😑
Bloody Melbourne. 🤮
What the fuck are they doing to the horses that they have to be put down? When horses die in american races, its because they lost a leg either through an unfixable break they literally lost it. You can't save a horse once the leg is gone, it's just a reality. Most of these horses, they are so 'thoroughly' bred, they have weak joints and the stress of racing makes itself present.
My uncle raises racing horses and he doesn't buy/breed those weak-kneed race-fillers. Had a few that were injured and took up to 18 months getting them back in shape to spare them having be put down. Most of his horses he sells for breeding stock or riding animals once they no longer race. He's a real fucking asshole, but he couldn't put down his horses when age/illness got to them, my dad had to.