Glen Filthie (@Glenfilthie)

Years ago when we were kids starting out we lived in a townhouse and had fucken pakies for neighbours. The dumb shit couldn’t park his shit box K-car and often took up half of my parking space as well. Then the shit skins would start cooking curried goat or eels and stink the whole complex out. But the worst was when that piece of human trash would start beating his wife and kid at ungodly hours of the night. They’d start screaming and screeching … and I had to work in the morning. When our finances improved, we promptly moved out. I had to park in the street to pick up our last load of stuff because the moron was taking up two parking spaces again… and on the way out, I put down my box of stuff - and kicked the driver’s side door. The old K-cars were made from thin gage sheet metal and the boot left a nasty dent. Diversity can be really nasty stuff. The people singing its praises are usually subhuman pieces of trash themselves, or virtue signalling morons that don’t have to suffer the costs and consequences of it.