They make me stabby

I want to like Australians. I even have a long-time pen pal who now lives there I probably have distant relatives there, since the prisoners and like of the UK (ie all my family) often got shipped there. Why the hate? The F%##ing Wiggles. They make me exceptionally stabby. Their songs get stuck in my head at the worst times, ie 3am insomnia, or "hey honey want a little wink wink nudge nudge" or other time...well, all the time. ALL THE F&##ing time. The music.... Fruit salad, yummy yummy, fruit salad, (stabby stabby), that Teddy Bear song (dude stop waking the teddy or he will go feral!), Toot too chugga big read car, (hope you get encased in tar...)

The characters, The narcoleptic guy (what is the point of this...to poke fun of a disability, or encourage toddlers to constantly wake your arse up?) what gives? The supposed "hot' guy who looks like he wears eyeliner (and sorry I cannot get hot and bothered to a man in a colored leotard who acts like he ate a bottle of prozac and had a lobotomy). And Captain Feathersword? I have nothing against gay people, but seriously that name has got to be in gay porn. The cheesy 1950s colors and dances and a reality...I never ever ever want to be a part of. I hate the Wiggles. And for that, I'm trying NOT to hate Australia or Australians but the Wiggles are ruining it for me. And don't get me started on bald Canadian kids, with whiney entitlement issues (Caillou), and thank God there aren't any real purple dinosoars to add to my list of misanthropic banishment.