Nick Kyrgios is a mixed race foreigner who pretends to be an Aussie when it suits him and plays the race card whenever his bad sportsmanship gets him into just a little bit too much trouble. He should be kicked out of Australia and sent back to one of the countries his parents hail from to find out how they treat mixed race foreigners who pretend to be just as Greek or Philippino or whatever as they are.
He choked tonight to lose in five sets at the Australian Open to someone else. I have no idea what the context of this image is.
He is a perfect example of everything that is wrong with Australia. An antisocial distancing crowd of compliant Aussies mindlessly cheering on somebody who doesn’t belong here as though he is one of us, in the desperate hope that if we throw away the heritage of our ancestors we can temporarily relive the glory days of Australian sport of the late 90’s and early 2000’s.
It really was the last hurrah for Australia, a final decade of pretending that mass immigration and multiculturalism wasn’t going to hurt us, that we could still be Australia forever. While we partied, the so-called “new australians” made babies and the traitors in our midst steadily undermined everything that made us who we are. They had no sense of decency or proportion, regularly labelling the incredible Aussie cricket side of the era as “arrogant” and the brilliant, tenacious Lleyton Hewitt as “racist” if he so much as looked the wrong way at a line judge.
Thankfully it looks as though many Real Australians are starting to realise that we no longer have time for such bread and circuses.
The time for getting fat, sinking tinnies in front of the tellie all summer is over. It’s time to start lifting, boxing, and burning some crosses.
