Discovered in the South Pacific...

Sheep shit in the South Pacific. With your baa lambs and your empty sky, you big fella country stretched out in sun drying. Sunburnt. Sleepy. Empty. You the lucky country ... You your own boss cocky -- laying claim to all the sheep and blowies. My country, my land, my suburban quarter acre block with 3 b/rms, VJ interior, carpeted floors, refurb kitchen and all cons. You it. True blue. You girthed by sea. You John Howard. You gloating in your wee little aussie battlers this small. Youse all mates. Too right. You hate boongs, poofs, sheilas ... but love a shag, a beer and a day at the footy. God! You love this country! (But never say so 'til you're pissed.) You love the RSL (same thing). You can play the pokies, have a beer and feel real proud being true blue. Underdogs -- love them heaps. Always have. Matilda you come a waltzing with me. Green and gold to win. You say: don't put that in your mouth, some Chinaman could have been wiping his bum with it! You say: wog. You say: we're multicultural. Now we are. You say what they want you to say. You say: let's go for a dip. So you stretch out on the border of sand with the 15+ and the kids, and work on your melanoma. You sleep in this land of the real long smoko; work, breed, and then you die. With chicken pox and poison baits and murder and rape you peopled the empty place downunder with those who could speak as you now do and know an abo when you see one. The day it began, way back when one flag could claim it all. So let's hear it for all the dinky-dyes out there: Australians let us rejoice, for we are young and free ... etcetera.

Yep. Discovered in the South Pacific on the Six O’Clock News -- "Australian values." Don't you just love em?