Sometimes it’s hard to love Australia Day.
Much as they have with ANZAC Day, the sneering left and the soulless scumbags of big business have done their level best to break open the bones of what makes the day special and suck all the fun out of it like a fat kid with a milkshake.
They took the Australian of the Year award, once a minor piece of harmless nothingness, and transformed it into a behemoth squatting astride the day turning the latest leftist activist or magical minority mascot into a centrepiece of semi-religious moralising about how evil we are to women, or Aboriginals, or the climate, or (my bet for this year) refugees.
They took the more recent tradition of the Australia Day lamb ads, once a chuckle-inducing, tongue-in-cheek, over-the-top display of Aussie ocker patriotism, and turned it into a celebration of everything from Anglo-Celtic demographic replacement to transexuality.
They cheer as shadowy Qatari companies fund billboards celebrating the increasing prominence of our ever-expanding Islamic community and the usurpation of our national symbols for their own ends.
Yet despite this they still feel the need to further urinate on the day of our nation’s birth by publicly calling for the theft and burning of our nation’s flag.
On Thursday, the usual suspects will no doubt be out on the streets of Melbourne and Sydney, chanting inanely and loudly proclaiming like well-educated imbeciles that they have no right to be in the land they are protesting on.
As the years progress, what should be one of the happiest days on our nation’s calendar has become victim to what American commentator David Burge (better known as Iowahawk) identified as the typical leftist strategy:
1. Identify a respected institution.
2. Kill it.
3. Gut it.
4. Wear its carcass as a skin suit, while demanding respect
But while the chattering of the chatterati can be dispiriting, we need to celebrate the day regardless of what they do, because what we are celebrating is so important.
Australia Day is about remembering that Australia did not exist before the First Fleet. The word “Australia” derives not from any Aboriginal tongue but from Latin, the (grand)mother-language of Europe and Western Civilisation.
The day is about remembering that the First Australians came from the wet, cold and windy islands off the coast of Europe to the other side of the world to found a nation.
That nation, built on a barren, desolate and isolated land plagued by droughts and flooding rains and populated at first by convicts and their gaolers, became within a few short generations one of the most prosperous countries in the world, thanks the sweat, toil, blood and tears of those far-flung settlers.
They carved the country we enjoy today from inhospitable rock using steadfast determination and aided only by the culture that they forged while bringing life from unforgiving soil.
They fought for this land and for their mother country, sacrificing the blood of tens of thousands of sons and daughters to aid their brethren across the sea, and to protect the borders that safeguarded the prosperity their ancestors had wrung from a hostile continent.
We honour a people so broad-minded and generous that after defending our country from a northern invasion, they invited a multitude of strangers to come to share in the riches that their ancestors created, to work together for a society where our descendants can live in peace and happiness.
These are the people the left is pissing on when they try to turn Australia Day into just another vacuous celebration of the shallow, empty, nihilistic mess that is multiculturalism.
And the memory of these people is why we need to celebrate it louder and more emphatically than ever.
Because as much as they might grit their teeth and pretend to love this country, anyone who has spent any time in the company of leftists understands that they loathe this nation, its history and anything to do with it.
It’s why they get so pathetically happy when they see Australia Day billboards with hijab-clad girls and an Australian flag backdrop. They know it’s a desecration – that’s why they like it.
They want to desecrate the memory of the people who built this land, because if they were ever forced to admit the immense contribution of those men and women, they might have to confront some ugly truths about their personal ideologies.
So if you really want to piss off the treasonous toe-rags that lurk amongst us, then you can’t let them steal this day entirely.
Turn off JJJ, ignore the Australian of the Year, invite your friends and family around and have a BBQ with a few cold beverages to celebrate this great southern land and the great men and women who created it.
And even better, do it with some pork on your fork; I hear lamb is out of fashion.
