Flying the flag, just not the right one
August 14, 2008
THIS is all I’m doing at the moment: watching the Olympics, eating cruddy food, and getting riled up with full-on patriotic Aussie-love. Any time I see an Aussie athlete competing in something, I feel pride burning in my heart – well, part pride, part acid-reflux from the chicken nuggets fried in rendered suet. Any time I hear the Aussie anthem playing, I get goosebumps all over me – part goosebumps, part inflamed acne from the melted tub of choc fudge ice-cream I sucked through a crazy straw. And any time I see an Aussie flag flapping in the breeze, I go all silent and reverential – partly from deep sentiment, but mostly because I’m experiencing my usual Aussie-Flag-Recognition-Cognitive-Confusion.
Katz is not exactly overjoyed with the Australian national flag. Read the rest of his wry and humorous article at the web site for The Age.
Many Australians would like a new national flag—one that would more appropriately represent their unique and beautiful country.
Australia is, of course, a day ahead of North America.