true blue

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    WE, the people of a free nation of blokes, sheilas and the occasional
    wanker. We come from many lands (although a few too many of us come from New
    Zealand) and although we live in the best country in the world, we reserve
    the right to b!tch and moan about it whenever we b!oody like. We are One
    Nation but we're divided into many States
    First, there's Victoria, named after a queen who didn't believe in lesbians.
    Victoria is the realm of Mossimo turtlenecks, cafe latte, grand-final day
    and a big horse races. Its capital is Melbourne, whose chief marketing pitch
    is that "it's liveable". At least that's what they think. The rest of us
    think it is too b!oody cold and wet.
    Next, there's NSW, the realm of pastel shorts, macchiato with sugar, thin
    books read quickly and millions of dancing queens. It's capital Sydney has
    more queens than any other city in the world and is proud of it. Its mascots
    are Bondi lifesavers who pull their Speedos up their cracks to keep the left
    and right sides of their brains separate.
    Down south we have Tasmania, a State based on the notion that the family
    that bonks together stays together. In Tassie, everyone gets an extra
    chromosome at conception. Maps of the State bring smiles to the sternest
    faces. It holds the world record for a single mass shooting, which the Yanks
    can't seem to beat no matter how often they try.
    South Australia is the province of half-decent reds, a festival of
    foreigners and bizarre axe murders. SA is the state of innovation. Where
    else can you so effectively reuse country bank vaults and barrels as in
    Snowtown, just out of Adelaide (also named after a queen). They had the
    Grand Prix, but lost it when the views of Adelaide sent the Formula One
    drivers to sleep at the wheel.
    Western Australia is too far from anywhere to be relevant. It's main claim
    to fame is that it doesn't have daylight saving because if it did all the
    men would get erections on the bus on the way to work. WA was the last state
    to stop importing convicts and many of them still work there in the
    government and business.
    The Northern Territory is the red heart of our land. Outback plains, cattle
    stations the size of Europe, Kangaroos, Jackaroos, Emus, Uluru and dusty
    kids with big smiles. It also has the highest beer consumption of anywhere
    on the planet and its creek beds have the highest aluminium content of
    anywhere too. Although the Territory is the centre piece of our national
    culture, few of us live there and the rest prefer to fly over it on our way
    to Bali.
    And there's Queensland. While any mention of God seems silly in a document
    defining a nation of [email protected] sceptics, it is worth noting that God
    probably made Queensland as its beautiful one day and perfect the next. Why
    he filled it with d!ckheads remains a mystery.
    Oh yes and there's Canberra. The least said the better.
    We, the citizens of Oz, are united by Highways, whose treacherous twists and
    turns kill more of us each year than murderers. We are united in our lust
    for international recognition, so desperate for praise we leap in joy when a
    rag tag gaggle of corrupt IOC officials tells us Sydney is better than
    Beijing. We are united by a democracy so flawed that a political party,
    albeit a redneck gun-toting one, can get a million votes and still not win
    one seat in Federal Parliament. Not that we're whingeing, we leave that to
    our Pommy immigrants.
    We want to make "no worries mate" our national phrase, "she'll be right
    mate" our national attitude and "Waltzing Matilda" our national anthem (So
    what if it's about a sheep-stealing crim who commits suicide). We love sport
    so much our news readers can read the death toll from a sailing race and
    still tell us who's winning. And we're the best in the world at all the
    sports that count, like cricket, netball, rugby, AFL, roo-shooting, two-up
    and horse racing. We also have the biggest rock, the tastiest pies, the
    blackest aborigines and the worst-dressed Olympians in the known universe.
    We shoot, we root, we vote. We are girt by sea and p!ssed by lunchtime.
    Even though we might seem a racist, closed-minded, sports-obsessed little
    people, at least we feel better for it.
    You are, I am, we are Australian.

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