We Australians excel at mournography and misery lit. Seriously, we half-jokingly refer to our films as “wrist-slitters”, because that’s what you want to do after watching them.

I must admit, there was a bit of schadenfreude on my part when Alfred Knopf called True History Of The Kelly Gang a “great American novel”.

It feels like a very obvious “Hey, what we gotta do to get those dumbass Middle ‘Murricans to identify and get on board with this?” move mad by anyone of the interchangeable, homogeneous MBA types that infest American media companies.

I also want to know if Kusanagi rinses her vagina out in the sink.

One of the greatest moments in gaming for me is Doomguy pulling up that first console in Doom 2016, browsing through the Demonic Invasion exposition for half a second, and then just smashing the monitor because who gives a damn.

FUN FACT: Anyone who says they can follow what’s going on in the original SAC series is full of shit.

We didn’t even see gun ownership as a left/right thing until Americans who don’t know the meaning of “liberal” started ascribing the buyback and laws post-Port Arthur as left.

What about the precedent of excluding working-class women?

And, hell, Archer and Kusanagi. He’s already got form for bangin’ cyborg spies.

Where else would you be able to see Bruce Spence get raped by a gorilla?

NO ONE GETS TO JUDGE REINHOLD LIKE THAT!

RIP the Ford Falcon and the Might Barra.

STRAYA!

You’re gonna pull a Ray Kroc on this poor bastard, aincha, Torch? 

There’s a house in my town that has up to five of these parked out the front.

What, are you saying you don’t like:

“Nissan Rogue”? How about “Nissan Dejavu”, because we’ve seen this all before.

Spud guns count?

I’m glad Jalopnik put the “Sir” in there. Thank you.

Y’ever see a dude in a G-string behind the desk in the Oval Office? Nope.