Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It

I Didn't See Much Besides Melbourne And A Quick Trip Down To The Twelve Apostles, But All The Aussies I Encountered Were Good-spirited And Had A Fine Sense Of Humor.

Anti-racist Propaganda Is Relentless And Inescapable, As If The Propagandists Fear That If They Shut Up About It For A Second, They'd Instantly Become Racists Themselves.

It Was Simultaneously Refreshing And A Bit Shocking To See How Cavalierly Most Aussies Toss Out Slurs And Insults About Nonwhites.

My Crazy Parents And Those Crazy Catholic Nuns Didn't Do A Good Job Of Forcing Me To Keep The Ten Commandments, But They Kept Me Forever Fixated On The Very Idea Of A Taboo.

My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.