In the context of the egregious debate in Australia about redefining the Marriage Act might I suggest that we review our attitudes towards our Mohammedan
brethren with a view towards increasing their numbers?
My suggestions are not necessarily ‘original’ but, by the living Bejasus, if taken up
would be Gothically entertaining as well as being monumentally effective.
Let me preface my suggestions by observing that the current debate about marriage is only
a skirmish in the culture war. Whatever the outcome of this Clayton’s plebiscite the war will continue. We may be assured that our sexually-confounded fellows will continue their campaign for greater adherence – note the use of ‘adherence’
rather than ‘acceptance’ – to the doctrine of ‘total sexual amorality’.
In my view Australian social culture will, in the immediate
future, continue its rapid decline under the direction of our latte-loving cohort of rainbow coloured urban metrosexuals. In the intermediate future the broader community, willingly or under judicial direction, will be subject to the total trashing of residual
family values. None of us will be immune from the resultant familial and sexual free-fall. A direct corollary will be an even greater retardation of population growth as society becomes ensnared in legalised familial chaos and the fact that increasing numbers
of sexually-confounded Australians will be too busy pleasuring each other to bother about procreating. Those confounded-couples that do opt for artificial insemination or adoption will do so because they’re bored with gold fish.
But, before we reach this catastrophe, we should perhaps consider an alternative new cultural dawn.
that our current feeble-minded, gender-bending generation couldn’t give a toss – so to speak – about what happens next in their daily, self-absorbed and provincial preoccupations, we should manipulate their support for a rapid programme of
refugee transmigration from Europe – by which I do not mean encouraging an unpleasant influx of effete Frenchmen, thundering-thighed Swedish gorgons or bucolic Merkel-Wurst Germans – but rather attracting the million or so under-appreciated Middle
Eastern cultural tourists currently enjoying the sights and women of Europe.
This virile cohort of unrestrained libido would, in short-arm order, introduce our
radical metrosexual chic to all manner of unforeseen pleasures; they would do wonders for our birth-rate and rapidly transform our society into the multicultural nirvana so beloved of our societal leaders.
Moreover, from a highly personal perspective, such a generational transfer would solve what I consider to be one of our most intransigent problems, namely, how to entertain and sustain our thoroughly inclusive
transgender military. These chaps from Europe are already trained and I have absolutely no doubt they would positively relish the opportunity to share accommodation and ablution facilities with our existing sexually-confounded personnel - all we need to do
is give them condoms.
Ergo – no more Australian Defence Force [taxpayer] funded sex-change operations; no more Defence Force [taxpayer] funded sexual-misfit
gabfests; an end to sheer bloody stupidity and taxpayer funded social engineering in the military and by glorious happenstance, our new generation of ‘bronzed Anzacs’ might actually be bronze! Bronzer Blue!
In the modern patois: “….. It’s a win-win scenario”. All we need to do is open our doors.