Mark, once again you come in and pollute a thread like no other, the verbal diarrhoea you spruik as 'comedy' is pathetic and embarrasment to yourself. You obviously have no clue about what you are commentating about (like a vast majority of things), may I suggest drinking a big,big glass of shut the f up. Its getting tiring.
Righto, moving right along, now I've vented my spleen and got that off my chest (it's been building up for a while).
My issue is this people seem to travel thru a dozen or so perfectly polically stable and safe countries to end up on our doorstep. Why? Well, thats a no brainer. So in my mind they immediately lose their refugee (if they are indeed ‘refugees’ to begin with) status soon as they step foot from one safe country to another. Ron, the people you are refering to are illegal migrants, queue jumpers, trying to get an easy entry into the country under the guise of 'asylum'. If life was as genuinely bad as they claim they are running away from, I would have thought that immigration detention centres would not be that bad at all in contrast. I have no sympathy for them and would prefer to see my tax dollars being spent on the welfare of people from our own region such as SE Asia and Oceania. That is where our responsibilities lie, not with these people. I wonder how much support the wealthy Arab countries provide to their Muslim ‘brothers’…..
Now going back to the guts of the argument, whether rightly or wrongly, one of the principles of democracy is that of majority rule. Minorities, I think, sometimes fail to grasp this concept and end up becoming their own worst enemies. They can tend to become deliberately provocative, rather than accepting a more humble status and pushing their agendas politely and passively. Kinda like poking a hornets nest then complaining you’ve been stung. No one in their right mind could condemn the barbaric attack that these animals have committed against another human being, but we don’t know the full story. If I jumped on the loudspeaker in my wife’s Muslim village spruiking atheism while the call to prayer is going on, I’m sure I’d get a whack in the head. Despite this being my genuine belief, I’m not gunna do that, because it would be inflammatory and dumb. So instead, I sit there quietly, sippin’ my Bundy rum, privately glad that in my own little minority that I know I’ve got my priorities right. Nobody gives me grief, I don’t give them grief. Simple. There’s more to this story than meets the eye, I think.
