Let’s not sugarcoat this sht: too many of the so-called “new Australians” are nothing but ungrateful parasites. They crawl out of their collapsing hellholes, beg for entry into this country, lap up the welfare, safety, and opportunities we provide and then turn around and spit on the very culture that fcking rescued them.

You don’t like our flag? Burn it in your backyard and choke on the smoke. You don’t like Christmas? Then sit the fck down while the rest of us celebrate. You don’t like our values, our humour, our lifestyle? Then what the actual fck are you doing here? Nobody chained you to a plane and dragged your arse across the border you begged for this.

You Fled Your Own Dumpster Fire

Let’s remember why these clowns came here in the first place: because their own countries were unlivable cesspits. They couldn’t build a future there, couldn’t walk the streets safely, couldn’t provide for their families so they ran. Fair enough. But don’t you dare run here and then demand we turn Australia into the exact same f*cking cesspit you just escaped.

That’s like running from a burning house and then demanding the fire brigade light your new place on fire to make you feel “at home.” It’s not just stupid it’s offensive to everyone who fought, bled, and sacrificed to build this nation.

Our Culture Isn’t Up for Negotiation

Australia isn’t a bloody Airbnb. You don’t get to check in, rearrange the furniture, and leave a review demanding “improvements.” Our traditions, our values, our way of life they are non-negotiable. If you can’t handle Santa in the shopping centre, the national anthem at school, or the fcking Southern Cross flying in the sky, then too bad. Harden up or fck off.

And don’t start with the “but we have rights too” routine. Yeah, you’ve got rights more than you’ve ever had in your miserable homeland. But rights don’t come without responsibilities. That responsibility is simple: respect the country that took you in, or get the f*ck out.

Australia Needs to Grow Some Balls

The real problem? Our leaders are spineless. They bend over backwards for every whiny import who claims “oppression” because a Christmas tree hurt their feelings. They let people stomp on our traditions, rewrite our history, and piss all over our values in the name of “inclusion.” Inclusion? Nah, it’s invasion. Cultural colonisation dressed up as diversity.

It’s time for a reality check. If you’re here, you adapt. You learn the language, you respect the flag, you adopt the values, and you embrace the culture. Don’t like it? No one’s stopping you from booking a one-way ticket back to the failed state you ran from. Hell, we’ll chip in for your f*cking Uber to the airport.

The Bottom Line

Australia is not a halfway house for cultural vandals. You don’t get to come here, strip-mine the benefits, and then destroy the foundation. If you want a better life, you damn well play by the rules of the house. If not, the door’s that way. Don’t let it hit your whiny, entitled arse on the way out.