Ah, Australia Day 2010.
Lest we forget that day 222 years ago when the British took ownership of Australia’s east coast and decided it was a good place for a prison.
The other favourite activity (for me, at least) is being embarrassed by ostentatious displays of nationalistic pride, particularly as the past few years have a seen a resurgence of the patriotic bogan.
You know, the ones that think “Australian” is some sort of tribal name, wield the flag like gang colours and proudly display a “Fuck Off We’re Full” sticker on their Holden ute.
Who doesn’t cringe inside when they see a cartoonish representation of the Southern Cross emblazoned across the torso of a guy for whom it was clearly a toss-up between that and a naked chick wrapped around a dagger?
Having said that, it’s better that the Australian-flag-under-torn-skin motif.
So on this day, let’s be cautious about our national face becoming one of hostility rather than welcome.
But let’s also remember that Australia is all about diversity.
And that even includes the dickheads who think it isn’t.