A Rossco Rant!

I'm not someone who celebrates national days. I've always been a bit suspicious of them. I'm patriotic and a proud Aussie and all but Australia Day always seemed to have that nasty whiff of nationalism about it. Yobbo's stumbling drunkenly about wearing the Australian flag like a cape and yelling `Aussie, Aussie, Aussie - Oi! Oi! Oi!' reminds me of boorish, xenophobic English soccer hooligans. It's sad that the chant that began with such good humour at the Sydney Olympics has now come to signify something so much darker and potentially evil. The re-enactments, ridgy-didge concerts, barby's and such like, all seem a bit desperate to me. Like children showing off trying to get your attention.

Even though I'm not a fan of our national day, I'm even less a fan of `Invasion Day', the name some folk of vague aboriginal connection use instead of the one we have at the moment. I think they should go further and call it `Victim Day' because that's all they'll ever be as long as they keep vainly thumping their chests and wallowing in self pity.

Australia Day is the day that commemorates the landing of the First Fleet at Sydney Cove in 1788. Fair enough. It was quite an achievement to make it so far. The equivalent today would be to send a rocket full of male and female prisoners to establish a settlement on the Moon. If we really want to celebrate and be culturally accurate about our national day. Then we should have lots of sex orgies about the place because that's what the convicts did when they were finally let off the ships.
The Men were let off first apparently, then a couple of days later the women disembarked and it was on for young and old. If we were to celebrate like that then I'd get really nationalistic.