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Insensitive Jerks on Anzac Day

Pricks tugging on a knee jerk rope of patriotism annoy me again

It's Anzac Day, and some moron just always has to piss me off on Anzac Day.

While watching a good documentary on the landings at Gallipoli, where Brit, NZ and Turk historians deliver succint summaries of events an ad-break had a driveling jingoistic slobber over the idea of patriotism and how lucky I should feel to have freedom given to me by past warirors.

As long as, it appears, they were lily white skinned.

I live in a country that like most has issues with the waxing and waning of colonisation and conflict of nationalities and race. A damn sight less disaster and shame than many have to deal with, but there's historical conflicts still shadowing us today. That's no big thing, it's in the nature of humanity and our grasp for wealth.

But for someone today to try some ham fisted socialisation and engineering by insisting everyone should honour past warriors who fight for what we've got, when, y'know, they were white and British (via heavy exploitation of the Union flag) when maybe plenty of people in NZ don't think British warriors are something to be too grateful about - including those of us who had relatives lives squandered in a stupid British war fought over what European power got access to exploit the rest of the world (like y'know, NZ) offends the hell out of me.

I recall Anzac day as the time we learned to tell those sort of jingoistic wankers to fuck off. Not grovel with them.

The unthinking sort of retarded oaf that's been over-priviledged with a brain when it seems their spine is all they need to walk lockstep with orders that imagines flying a flag and aping thankful words to other peoples sacrifices makes them wise in the world drains my empathy for humanity.