On a Train Bound For Cleveland

Yes, hello again my muppets, it is I, checking in with you all again.

So today as I was catching the train back from uni, there were these two guys sitting near me who were of Middle Eastern/Arabic origins. I barely even noticed until a bogan sheila in a bikini top (who hadn’t regained her figure after having children) asked them if they thought it was rude to speak their own language with other Australians around. A ‘gentleman’ who I can only assume was her partner in some capacity, kept calling out that they should return to Iraq and speak their own language there.

The two guys were explaining how it was their mother tongue, and the two bogans were insisting that they should speak English to each other. Well, I decided enough was enough, and joined the debate. I said that if they went overseas to a non-English speaking country, they would speak English amongst themselves, wouldn’t they? Well, Mr and Mrs Bogan said “oh no, I would learn their language.”

Yeah, right. They wouldn’t even learn to say “coffee” in French. (It is café, for the benefit of the more dim-witted.)

As any fool knows, I have been to Japan a number of times. Did my comrades and  I speak in Japanese amongst ourselves? That would be a no. Did we speak Japanese when conversing with the citizens? Yes. Well, those that were fluent enough to.

Mr and Mrs Bogan were probably just scared that the two Middle Eastern/Arabic guys (who seemed fine upstanding gentlemen) were plotting to blow up the train. People such as Mr and Mrs Bogan are rather too easily swayed by mass media exaggerations and lies. I mean, if the two gentlemen were instead from, say, Spain or Germany, would Mr and Mrs Bogan be quite so upset?

I think not, baby puppies. Why? Well, because, in the words of Fiyero Vinkus:

People are so empty-headed, they’ll believe anything

But I digress (mostly because I wanted to slip a Wicked quote into the works).

My point to writing this whole blog, is to encourage you all to shake off the narrow-minded-ness displayed by Mr and Mrs Bogan. I mean, for pete’s sake! We’re Aussies! We are, by our very history, mongrels! (And by mongrel, I mean mixed-breed.) Get over yourselves!!

Peace out, Bris-Vegas!

Lady North. xoxo