You, There! To the Left of New Zealand!

People of Australia, why do you do me like that? We had a gentleman’s agreement; I looked at my stats and you’re not holding up your end of the bargain. I cover all of the issues you burn for, and yet you look away. I bring you incisive commentary, and you cut me dead. It’s like you have no idea that I exist. Two can play at that game, Australia. I don’t know how just yet, but I will get you. I will think of a way to make you pay. Or not. I’m already losing interest here.