Happy 'Straya Day...

**AntRobertson** · 26-01-2016, 11:44 AM

... You sheep worrying, kangaroo abusing, pack of thieving bastards!

Thought I'd just share the below which comes from a rather unlikely source in the shape of Matty Johns:

"I hear people talk about the past in this country like they were better days.

We need to believe that Australia's best days are still ahead of her. Acknowledge and respect the past but don't want for it.

With the threat of terrorism, the temptation is to shut our borders, close in, shut the door, withdraw from the world a step or two. But I mean really, who are we kidding? We're the product of multiculturalism. That's who we are. I mean what gives us the right, right now to decide to turn our backs on some poor bludger and his family fleeing horror in his homeland?"

In the speech, Johns went on to share the story of his father-in-law, Tony Magnocavallo, who was born in Italy but migrated to Australia after World War II.

"Tony and (his wife) Connie, well they were able to rebuild their lives in Australia," said the former Newcastle Knights star.

They had seven kids and they even owned a few houses. They gave up their Italian citizenship to become Aussies. And when Tony celebrated his birthday he didn't celebrate the day he entered the world back in Foggia. Tony's new birthday was the day he became an Australian citizen.

He once said to me ... 'This is the greatest country in the world, because if you're willing to work hard, you can have absolutely everything you want'.

The Chinese, Vietnamese, the Lebanese, the Tongans, the Russians, the Prussians, the Poms, the Pols, the Irish, the Greeks, the Japanese, the Sudanese, yup, even the Kiwis ... They've all come, they've stayed and they made this joint better. And you know what? As long as they're fair dinkum we should welcome them with open arms.

I know what you're thinking and you're right," continued Johns, "We don't live in fairyland.

Amongst those who come with great intentions are those who arrive with little regard for our laws, our culture and various freedoms ... But we shouldn't judge the many on these very few.

"Let's not let fear and suspicion take over the better part of ourselves. In fact, let the way we live our lives shame the way they conduct theirs.

So happy Australia Day everyone, and don't listen to the wankers who say it's ugly to drape yourself in the Aussie flag. If you want to do it, just do it. But make sure when you do it, you do yourself, your family, the country and that flag tied around your neck proud."

Throw a shrimp on the barbie, have a XXXX, just stop abusing animals!

Oh, and my gift to you to help celebrate this day: Russell Crowe.

Keep him. He's yours. No, really.

**kingwilly** · 26-01-2016, 12:05 PM

Originally Posted by AntRobertson

Oh, and my gift to you to help celebrate this day: Russell Crowe.

Keep him. He's yours. No, really.

Redded.

But we'll keep the Pavlova.

**AntRobertson** · 26-01-2016, 12:08 PM

Originally Posted by kingwilly

But we'll keep the Pavlova.

Thieving *****!

**Ozcol** · 26-01-2016, 12:21 PM

You can stick Crowe up yr arse too.

**AntRobertson** · 26-01-2016, 12:25 PM

Nah, no taksie-backsies.

He's yours.

**baldrick** · 26-01-2016, 12:35 PM

take yer wether back too

we like sunshine - the cute kangaroo

**Little Chuchok** · 26-01-2016, 12:37 PM

Originally Posted by AntRobertson

Oh, and my gift to you to help celebrate this day: Russell Crowe.

Keep him. He's yours. No, really.

Yep, they deserve each other.

**kingwilly** · 26-01-2016, 01:50 PM

Buzz off you lot.

Go play with your laser kiwi flag

**AntRobertson** · 26-01-2016, 01:55 PM

That thing is so cool.

Because lasers!

**Latindancer** · 26-01-2016, 02:01 PM

On this occasion, I'd like to share a poem by one of our bush balladeers, "Banjo" Patterson

The Man from Ironbark

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
`'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.'

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar:
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a `tote', whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered `Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.'

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall,
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
`I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut.'
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
`I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.'

A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly shaven skin it made a livid mark --
No doubt it fairly took him in -- the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
`You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life, the man from Ironbark.'

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with tooth and nail, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And `Murder! Bloody Murder!' yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said, `'Twas all in fun --
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.'
`A joke!' he cried, `By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.'

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
`Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.'
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

^ (Pictured above : Campbell the swaggie).

**Dillinger** · 26-01-2016, 02:17 PM

**baldrick** · 26-01-2016, 02:53 PM

hottest 100
1-100 List | Hottest 100 2015 | triple j

will have to check out a few on youtube later - download the vids and extract mp3s

**terry57** · 26-01-2016, 02:55 PM

Originally Posted by AntRobertson

Oh, and my gift to you to help celebrate this day: Russell Crowe.

Keep him. He's yours. No, really.

I dislike Crowe with a passion.

A great actor but such a tosser.

**chassamui** · 26-01-2016, 04:09 PM

Double post

**chassamui** · 26-01-2016, 04:13 PM

This 'er's a Wattle, the emblem of our land
You can stick it in a bottle or hold it in yer 'and
Awestralia, Awestralia we love you

**wasabi** · 26-01-2016, 11:31 PM

Happy Australia Day you jammy bastards, enjoy your national holiday, here in Pommie land we are not allowed a national day.

**Cujo** · 27-01-2016, 12:10 AM

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