I’m Afraid of Americans

I hate Americans.

I never realized how annoying they were until I left the country, but Americans are really annoying and chock full of themselves.

Take a look of what an actual American has said, read it out loud if you don’t believe me:

Aussie: Where’re you from?
Pixel: New Mexico
Aussie: Where??
Pixel: It’s in the United States.
Aussie: You’re an American?
Pixel: Yes, and sure, you don’t have to even ask. Of course I’ll sign an autograph.

It’s not only that, it’s that they’re ridiculously loud in large groups and are arrestingly (*rimshot*) belligerent when they’re drunk.

Last night, after my rooommate and I came back from a Harbor Cruise out in Circular Quay (Pronounced: Cir-CUE-lar KEE), we heard an American by the name of Sean Kelleher (Gloucesterman, in case you’re from the East Coast) banging on the door yelling obscenities at someone we can only guess wasn’t even there.

Then he hopped over a small wall, tried pulling open a glass door (that was locked), and when it wouldn’t open, thinking that someone was holding it shut, he punched his fist through the glass.

There was blood everywhere.

My roommate and I, along with several other people nearby, ran down, tried to stop the bleeding, called the RT (Residential Tutor), called the police, and called the ambulance. Unfortunately, Sean was still belligerent and kept waving around his (still bleeding) arms. He wouldn’t even calm down enough to get on the stretcher so several dozen police officers had to restrain him.

In a country 16 days and already he’s kicked out of his apartment, expelled from the school, in the hospital, soon to be arrested, and soon to be kicked out of the country. Permenantly.

So yes, I hate Americans, they give us primates a bad name.

Update: Sean wasn’t deported, arrested, or even expelled from school. They decided to give him another chance based on the fact that he wasn’t such a jerk when he wasn’t drunk. Personally, I couldn’t care less. He wasn’t exactly very nice while I wrote down his parent’s contact information.

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Oh, and I met a Communist

It turns out that I have a talent at picking universities. At the last one, I arrived on exchange just as the president resigned without warning and the teachers threatened to strike.

This time, I’m in a Uni that hasn’t had a newspaper in 15 years (product niche, here we come!), hasn’t had legitimate elections for student body representatives in 3 years, and was suckered out of $10,000 in activity fees for the student body president to get legal advice. Oh, and the students have been forbidden to attend their student council (despite the fact that the very first bylaw in the books states the opposite). Furthermore, a teacher recently said that black people were less intelligent than whites AND there’s legislation going through congress saying that student fees for activities should be voluntary, which sounds nice until you realize that just about every subsidized club and group would get the shaft and this campus would turn about as dry as school in summer-time (which is December through February, I hear).

So I protested.

I marched downtown with several thousand Aussies and protested.

It was great. I love fighting for things that I might or might not believe in if they ever affected me.

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