Congrats, fine southern hemisphere cousins. Chuck a shrimp on the barby, have a slab of Fosters and go throw shit at the cops.

God hates faggot Australia.

Every night I pray that a cataclysmic wildfire will purify that vile island you claim is a continent, leaving behind the scorched bodies of criminals and convicts, so that their corpses might be picked clean by birds and scavangers, digested, and transformed into compostable fecal matter which is, itself, 100x more valuable than living Australian flesh.