How Good's The Food Though?
The ultimate argument against cultural sovereignty and fidelity to your kin. All arguments for the integrity of one's native milieu will ultimately be handily defeated by this cogent and respectable position.
The meat and potatoes
Sisyphus was some wog cunt who got knocked off by some pandimensional CIA golliwogs and got sentenced in local court to push some poofy rock up some gay hill for fucken ever or some shit. Attempting to solicit cultural values from the average person that relate to factors other than cuisine and violence is a comparable task. The argument itself presupposes that native Australian foods are unworthy, uninspired, bland, or inadequately prepared for a panoply of unconvincing reasons, including but not limited to:
- The Masterfoods mixed herb blend stayed in the cupboard
- the fish was not adequately fermented by a finnish horse riding man
- no companion animals were harmed in the commission of the dish
- A dissatisfactory blend of mexican spices was ensorcelled in the breading
Your bread and butter
The optimal reply to this kind of argument is to forcefeed your opponent spaghetti over the course of a year
