The entire process has been backwards. Flags represent a nation and (putting aside for a moment the ludicrous notion that we have to have a piece of fabric with a picture on it to represent anything) we haven't had the discussion about who we are as a nation. That needs to come first, followed by the decision on an emblem to represent us.
The whole thing reminds of nothing so much as one of those interminable corporate sessions where a committee of well-meaning amateurs tries desperately to come up with a mission statement and in the end produces a trite piece of pap that nobody can muster up enough energy to object to.
I'm voting against the whole thing on the basis that if we change the flag at this point we're not going to be able to change it again for a generation or two. Rejecting the entire steaming pile is the only way to ensure we have a real crack at sorting it all out before I'm in the ground.
So this is the Labour Party of today.
I want no part of it.
Afflict the comfortable, comfort the afflicted. That's what I want from my journalism, from my news gatherers.
Challenge those in positions of authority to keep them honest, act as a Fourth Estate and play a part in raising the consciousness of the nation.
I remember not understanding words on TV and going to look them up. TV wasn't dumbed down to my level, I had to upskill.
I learned things (and I don't just mean from documentaries - I learned things from drama and comedy too) and I don't know that I or my kids have done that for many years.
Kia kaha to the team at Campbell Live and to Fairfax and to the journalists in general. Hang in there.
I'm unsure how you're supposed to train troops for frontline action without actually going with them to the frontline and assessing them in situ.
Unless we're just training them on marching and how to pack their bags, of course.
If we're going to put our troops in harm's way we should have more of an actual plan than we've seen presented so far. Perhaps there is one, but I have seen no coverage of it.
Haphazard seems a very polite term for it.
More power to you, Emma. I couldn't talk about it when I was doing it, let alone write about it for strangers.
Ah, the power of the internet... look at that.
"We were never here" say his testicles.
And on that note, Happy Friday!
testicles are on the inside.
It's been a delight watching Public Address grow and mature over the years, Russell. Keep up the good work and here's to a bright future.
you know it makes sense.
If in doubt, ship your clothes home via Post and pack the vinyl in your suitcase.
YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.