Thursday, January 22, 2009
W.T.F. is With This?
It's time to ramp up the rabid nationalism, folks. Is it just me? Am I too cynical? Do I think too much?
Maybe if I were old and male, maybe I'd evolve into the type who erects (yes, erects, that little blue diamond pill being out of reach for most pensioners, gotta have some consolation) a massive gold baubled flagpole in my front yard to proudly display our national emblem this time every year.
If I was young and male, unthinking and yet slightly sinister in motivation, I would drive a Bundy ute, or dodgey Holden commodore all week in the lead-up, festooned with a flag/flags that progressed in size until that Hallowed Day when, with the help of copious amounts of Bundy, my turgid nationalism would explode in an ecstatic emission of fireworks and Two Buck Shop sparklers.
I've mentioned before that I have theories about all sorts of things. Here's one or two...
For the past five years, we've become embroiled in at least two wars and participated in all kinds of global unrest. One response to this is to embrace the good-triumphs-over-evil scenario epitomised by Lord of the Rings and The Narnia Chronicles blockbusters. It was a freaky sense of timing, considering these tales have been around for years and were both written by men who'd experienced first hand the personal and national catastrophes of World War II.
The other response is negative nationalism. Think the Cronulla riots, our shameful silence over the Tampa and Siev X issues, the cars emblazoned with stickers "Fuck off, we're full", or "If you don't like it, leave it," or even better, our national excuse for xenophobia, "Please expline?"
There are immediate consolations. Obama, Obama. Rudd, Rudd, err - Rudd. A new wind is flushing out the darker crevices of the last eight years. Finally. The relief and the elation is palpable in its creeping happiness.
For how much longer will we see these flag-weilding bog laps on the lead-up to Australia Day? I hope it's like Schoolies Week, ANZAC cookies, bratty kids extorting lollies under the guise of 'Halloween', and the 'Howard Battler' - era pieces that dissolve quietly under the whistling kettle of change. Whoo hoo! As Nick Cave and Chris Bailey from The Saints would sing - Bring it on.