A Word on the Environment - A Farmer
G’day, yeah, well you city slickers, you’re not out there, out in the bush, hackin’ away at the undergrowth. You don’t know what it’s like, and I can tell yous - it’s a jungle out there, well, it used to be a jungle until our great pioneers, the sheep and cattle farmers, the wheat and sugar cane growers did the right thing and cleared the bloody lot of it. If you want yer bloody nips and yer bloody krauts and bloody wogs to spend their bloody eco-dollars in Australia, there’s plenty enough left for em up in croc country – up in Northern Queensland, but for Christs sake leave the rest of our bloody country to those of us who know the bloody land and know what we’re bloody doing. We cleared the bloody lot with our own two hands so as yous’d all have a bloody wool industry and a bloody meat industry. If yous think yous can do a bloody bettyer job with yer bloody wanker scientists, and yer poofta environmentalists, and yer dole bludger greenies and yer bloody dope smoking do-gooder bloody wowsers and fairies and all yer bloody fancy computers and bloody genital mutation, I’ll shove yous all into me bloody sheep dip, stick a cattle prod up yer bloody date and tell yous all to go to buggery!! Stuff yous ALL!!!