In all seriousness they can kiss my arse with their PC bullshite.
Calling them "abos" is no different than calling me an Aussie. There's is short for Aboriginal and mine is short for Australian. What's next...can I not call Wardog a Canuk? Can I not call my Swedish mate "Swede?" I'm so over their political correctedness that they can kiss my fat white arse.
In the Legion, with 96 nationalities, we ragged the shite out of each other. Nobody cared. Everyone gave back as good as they got and everyone had a laugh. Now, we're supposed to walk about on eggshells making sure we don't offend anyone's sensibilities.
B...U...L...L...S...H...I...T
Rant mode over 
While we're at it, you Yanks can kiss my arse as well
N
PS: Jeff...not directed at you mate...I know you were just ragging that redcapped wanker, you bastard. 
Being one of those who sail small boats on big seas, I have always held the opinion that the last thing I would be looking at was the colour of the hand trying to drag me to safety out of a raging sea.
Although in my Cub Scout Troop we didn;t have quite as many different chums to play with as Nick did, we had a few. I recall my good mate Peter "Whitey" White (Ango-Indian and on the tinted side of that!) saying how he liked the Army because there was no discrimination, we were all green. At this our Sergeant said, "Right, well you dark green cunts get to the back of the truck" and that was that!
Cheers, Redcap Wanker (When Uncle Nicks says you are, you are.)