greggerypeccary wrote on Nov 24
th, 2024 at 3:55pm:
There's no such thing as a fake asylum seeker.
When someone seeks asylum, they're an asylum seeker. They're real people - nothing fake about them.
Once their claims are assessed, and it's determined that they qualify for asylum, they become refugees.
However, not all asylum seekers become refugees.
After all these years, you still can't get your head around it.
Sad.
Imagine if I moved into your neighbourhood and started acting all "white" and "regional" that it upset your culturally-skewed feelings. For example, I might BBQ some pork chops in the backyard on a day when you are starving yourself during daylight hours. Or you have some kind of issue about not eating meat.
That kind of stuff. For the sake of it, maybe my blonde, leggy daughter could be wearing her bikini top and denim shorts (showing off her navel) as she washes her new car that her mother bought for her 17th birthday for graduating high school with a B+ average -- I am so proud of you for toughing these last few months out "M".
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah... "Acting white in front of neighbours that are anti-Australian". So, if you complained to council about my discriminatory practices of eating meat in front of your vegan self, whilst I play "Satanic mind controlling" tunes of Dokken, whilst my "whore of a daughter" is "asking to be raped for her immodesty", where do I stand on the issue of being a refugee in my own country?
Should I temper my ways to appease my next door neighbour "Ahmediddle-diddle Ahmadiddle-eye"? Or should I turn the tables on the thug and see that his refugee status gets revoked and him deported.
Because... as far as I am concerned... that man in the neighbourhood is a "fake asylum seeker".
I still clench my fist thinking about how a bunch of inbred South Asians leered at my daughter when she was 12 years old. It is not my place to tell my daughter who she could date. But it was my place to tell a bunch of Crescent Moon Watchers to keep their eyes to their own table, and to stop the grunted lusting. I hope the cashier had that table sanitised more thoroughly than an international airport terminal.