How Can I describe Anzac day?? A day that defines how I think of myself as an Australian.
A day that makes me immensely proud and immeasurably sad. Who else but Australians and our mad cousins, the New Zealanders, would take a disastrous defeat, military insanity and completley chaotic ineptitude and turn it into A matter of Intense National pride. who else??
No one else thats who..Except possibly for the bloody Irish, because the Irish are fucking insane as well. The Irish whose blood runs thickly in my family and in a lot of Australian Families.
To celebrate the defeat and the senseless slaughter that was and is Gallipoli. Is truly an Australian thing.
To be proud of the fact that we are descended from convicts and from the detritus of English society is a truly Australian thing.
I think that as Australians we really like to say, Oh Get Fucked you Bastard.. which really translates to, It's your shout.. and lets put our hands in our pockets and are you right mate..
In secret squirrel language it means we want to help.. this is truly an Australian thing
Phrases like ..No Shit Sherlock.. Flat out like a lizard drinking. You bewdy , and *this is a knife* And never ever, ever! apologising for not knowing the words to our National Anthem.. this is truly an Australian thing.
"Australians all let us rejoice for we are young and free..
oh dum de dum dee do de dum oh something gird by sea...,,
blah blah blah balh balh bla bla etcetera etceterraaa.. you seeeeee..."
But I reckon that every Australian knows the words to Waltzing Matilda..
and every Australian that I know embraces the Aussie idea of a Fair go.The Australians that I know range from Korean to Polish from Malaysian to Finnish.. They all are My Australians..
Not the Aussies that the politicians would have us believe are true.
not this bullshit political correctness that is crippling our society,
not this bullshit terrorist fear.
not this bullshit search for weapons of mass destruction..
not this not this bullshit, this isn't Australian at all.
fucking bullshit fear mongering..
I often wonder what those young men and women that heeded the call to arms to serve their king and country. I wonder what they would think about the Australia of the 21st century.
Would they feel proud?? Would we be suitable inheritors of their Australian dream?
Or would they feel sad that we are still squabbling.....
Anzac day to me is My holy day. My day of tears and pride. A day that I never actually feel is a real day.I always wake up feeling disjointed on Anzac day. I am always close to tears on Anzac day.. and I always end up getting spectacularly smashed on Anzac day.. I am signing off this Anzac day post .. with a shot of whiskey...
I am Australian I am fucking Smashed.. deal with it.. It is Anzac day,.,,