It's time to clear up some confusion.
I'm not a racist (as you should know by now), my given name is Racist. My mother says it's a family name, but doesn't go into much more detail than that.
Naturally this has led to a lot of difficult misunderstandings, especially when people refuse to acknowledge the fact that I have lots of non-macropod friends.
Do be more considerate, won't you?
If you see me out and about, saying "Hey, it's Racist Wallaby!" is a fine form of address.
Saying, "Hey, it's a racist Wallaby!" instead?
Well, that's just hurtful.
Showing posts with label Stereotypes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stereotypes. Show all posts
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
SUPERNATURAL
It's just like those horses to take a story about the time they were too lazy to do their jobs properly and craft it into a legend. Have a look at The Legend of Macha:
These horses were responsible for pulling the king's chariot. There's a job that could have been done by any number of suitable quadrupeds — bears, sheep, even some especially determined hedgehogs — and instead it goes to horses, because of patronage and racial bias. I reckon they got the job because their fathers were horses.
And do those horses actually use this opportunity to earn an honest living? No. They bludge about while some banged-up sheila carrying twins shames them in a humiliating public defeat.
After a spectacle like that, only horses would have the gall to mosey back to the king's stables and live out the rest of their lives gorging themselves at the government's trough. It wasn't their fault, see? It was magic what did them in.
This legend consists of a woman of unknown origin, most likely divine, who marries a widower, Crunniuc. She is a skilled runner, and her husband brags to the king, Conchobor, that she can outrun his horses.
Irritated by his boasting, the king forces Macha to race his horses, even though she is very pregnant, close to giving birth. She pleads for a postponement of the bet, but the king will not concede. She races and ends up outrunning the king's horses.
These horses were responsible for pulling the king's chariot. There's a job that could have been done by any number of suitable quadrupeds — bears, sheep, even some especially determined hedgehogs — and instead it goes to horses, because of patronage and racial bias. I reckon they got the job because their fathers were horses.
And do those horses actually use this opportunity to earn an honest living? No. They bludge about while some banged-up sheila carrying twins shames them in a humiliating public defeat.
After a spectacle like that, only horses would have the gall to mosey back to the king's stables and live out the rest of their lives gorging themselves at the government's trough. It wasn't their fault, see? It was magic what did them in.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
KEEP AUSTRALIA TIDY
Removing these washing regulations is the 1st step to make our neighbourhoods look like Dugong slums: http://ow.ly/2cw6Z
Racist Wallaby
RacistWallaby
The funny thing about Dugongs is, as @paddybts mentioned, their rumoured proficiency with washing. It's complete rubbish.
It's these sorts of ridiculously racist stereotypes that hold us back as a nation.
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