As an example of the hubris, arrogance and the desire to push the envelope even further, of which we were promised would never happen after the stomach-churning legalisation in Australia of homosexual marriage, this really hits the spot. To coincide with the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras debauchery, promising to be " ... a blockbuster after last year's successful same-sex marriage vote", according to the Daily Telegraph, as well as it being the fortieth anniversary of the original event, a few bright sparks have come up with the idea of holding Mini Mardi Gras in the very down to earth NSW town of Hay, mid-way between Sydney and Adelaide.
Why on earth would this be happening? " ... to educate and celebrate diversity and promote inclusion in all its colourful glory," a Mrs (Note: not Ms) Mijok, one of a handful of organisers, told The Daily Advertiser. By "diversity", Mrs Mijok can only mean a diversity of sexual persuasion, although it's difficult to imagine more than two unless bestiality is thrown into the mix. Should bestiality enthusiasts be included in the inclusion being promoted? To educate? How much education is needed? A penis goes into a mouth or anus and a tongue flicks and licks a vulva, tongue-in-groove, as it's known in the trade. Simples.
Oh so "progressive" ABC television is tickled pink by the idea of a tentacle of the homosexual celebration feeling its way into darkly unenlightened rural Australia. Who would have thought that a town like Hay would be harbouring a large closet filled with nervous homosexuals yearning to be free? But perhaps it wasn't, given the extremely low number of homosexual natives of Hay flushed out by the ABC - a number of exactly one. Presumably, for the event to stand any chance of success, large numbers of homosexuals will have to be bussed in from Darlinghurst at great sacrifice to themselves; the poor dears will be missing the main event back at home.
The single star of the ABC report was a boy aged sixteen who preferred to be a girl. It's worth noting that, at that still tender age, experts agree that a significant chance exists for the confusion to dissipate and the sufferer settling into the sex nature assigned to him or her by nature. This chance though, one would think, is fraught with the danger of encouragement by the likes of the ABC which distilled translates to "you go girl!" when the girl is really a boy.
The boy in question seemed a sweet kid and one would have to be extremely hard-hearted to not wish him success in finding happiness. His boyish haircut might indicate though he is still having a bet each way. When the ABC reporter tried to draw out of him hair-raising tales of how much someone like him was tormented in such a hard-arse town (Hay is in sheep country well represented by shearers who are not known for being pansies), the response was a let-down. "Sometime," he said, "other kids just ignore me or cross to the other side of the street when they see me coming." Admittedly, adolescence being often such an exquisitely painful time, experiences like this can be crushing but because he's not experiencing anything new in human nature, the only course of action is to lift himself above it rather than expecting others to change, no matter how much change is legislated.
The only other Hay people interviewed by the ABC were every bit as tickled pink as the broadcaster itself. "Exciting, a breath of fresh air, just what the town needs," were the gushing responses, reinforced by camera scans of rainbow flags and signs in shop-windows advertising the coming joyous event.
For "balance", viewers were then told in sombre terms that all was not as it seemed to be. There had in fact been some dark mutterings suggesting all of Hay's residents were not wildly enthusiastic about what was being planned for the town, singling out a segment of the population - the "tough" shearers, whose negative attitudes showed them to be "blinkered". Right there was another example of ripples spreading out from the legalisation of homosexual marriage. Now that homosexuality was completely bereft of any suggestion it was not officially sanctioned, if not sanctified, one simply did not have the right to not be fully accepting of homosexuality. Could this metastasize into a charge of "homophobia" if a heterosexual man rejected the advances of a homosexual? Apparently, in some parts of the world, it already has.
"We wanted to interview some of the shearers but they refused to come on camera, citing fear of retribution," the dulcet tones of the reporter informed us. What absolute bullshit! Shearers afraid of a few imported pansies and their supporters who'd probably never known a day's hard graft in their lives - or even the inside of a gym? Come on you red-ragging ABCers. What really went on here is obvious. The shearers were probably chomping at the bit to give their opinions on a homosexual parade being staged in their town and wouldn't have held back. Far too dangerous. The ABC would have been terrified of even the slightest hint of toxic homophobia slipping through. Even the most savage editing would probably not have prevented it; the interviews would essentially have been edited out of existence.
The Saturday night following the Hay report, the ABC screened the "highly acclaimed" telemovie, Riot. This reviewer had not enough stomach-settling medication to be able to watch it, but judging by the promos, it was chock-full of sympathetic characters who with gladiator-like bravery planned and carried out the first protest march for "gay rights" dressed up as a mardi gras. The cops who were nowhere near as dumb as the protesters thought them to be didn't fall for it and reacted with enough force to have it labeled as police brutality.
Without even seeing it, it is an obvious attempt to equate the demonstration with the US civil rights marches in the previous decade and possibly an indication of the producers' mindfulness of the smashing (brainwashing) success of the American television production, Roots, designed to engender shame in the minds of the target audience.
No remorse is apparent in the commission of the deadly sin of historiography in attempting to superimpose contemporary values and attitude onto a bygone era. By way of explanation, seeing actual film of the demonstration and the police reaction at the time would probably not have unduly upset the vast majority of the population. We were then living in a healthier, less upside-down world where it would have appeared natural justice was being dispensed.
To replicate that event to today's audience after forty years of being softened up by unrelenting propaganda, and leftist onslaught is akin to seeing the 2018 mardi gras suddenly attacked by a contingent of baton-wielding coppers. Shock, almost of the electric kind, would be stunning onlookers like mullets. It goes without saying, this is a cheap and ham-fisted technique.
The attempted homosexual colonisation of a country area is an interesting, albeit predictable event, in line with the attempt to spread multiculturalism from major cities to rural towns. Whereas the latter has an excellent chance of success given the never ending importation of the third world and governments presenting decentralisation as the only solution to overpopulation causing our cities to be unlivable, the success of the former is prone to curtailment by the number of homosexuals available. Nature (and perhaps sometimes fashion) fortunately produces only a limited number of the so afflicted. So what is to be done if we're to have the rainbow flag flying gaily about the countryside as plentifully as the golden arches of McDonald's.
How about this? While people are glued to Married at First Sight and Get me out of here, I'm a Celebrity, on their televisions, an extra category could be quietly slipped into (no pun intended) our refugee programme. It would be made available to homosexuals living in Muslim countries where their claim of a well founded fear of persecution, that is, being thrown off the roofs of buildings, would have to be taken seriously.
Understandably, the government may be a little nervous about this, not wanting to be seen throwing open the gates, or rather, another set of gates. This is where the ABC could help immensely. Similarly to how it has been deluging its loyal viewers with back-to-back homosexual themed programmes in the lead-up to the Mardi Gras weekend, it could begin by rounding up documentaries and movies showing the suffering of unappreciated Middle Eastern homosexuals with which to bombard us and play merry hell with out tear ducts.
"Your ABC." A fair and totally balanced mirror of Australian society. That stomach settling medication? Where the hell is it? And where are the blood-pressure pills?