Killed by a falling hamster attached to a piano.

By: Peemil.

The Australian Women's Basketball Team, the Opals, reckon that their recent success at the World Basketball Championship, was due in part to the deaths of prominent public figures, Steve Irwin and Peter Brock.

I can see how the death of these two people, and the incessant media regurgitation about the deaths of two people, who but got their comeuppance, can result in throwing something around with great force.

And I should know. Thanks to that corporate scam, better known as Steve Irwin's funeral, I threw the television out the window.


Above: Every over hyped Australian media commodity was there to send off some twit who didn't know when to leave well enough alone.


Above: Even the Wiggles were there, because, as we all know, the opinion of someone who dons bright clothing and prances around on a stage singing about a bloody dinosaur, outside of a mental institution, is extremely important.

Of course though, if you disagree with the line and fail to nod in time, you are somehow being "un-Australian." As if somehow, being Australian meant that you had to give up any semblance of individuality and fall in with the rest of the goose steppers.

This crap that has surrounded Irwin and Brock is symptomatic of a false consciousness of Australianism. We are being fed this Irwinian nightmare, and others like it, by a media that is implicitly controlled by the interests of corporate dogs and governmental swine, so that the great mass of people won't notice when the very rights that we hold to be a part of "the Australian condition," are snatched away by rich corporofascists, so they can build the submissive and enslaved Australia of tomorrow.

In short, I do not recognise any authority, except that of the Great Leader, Basil Brush.


Above: I kneel before you my Imperial Overlord.