So now because we have so many pressing problems like no employment for our youths and the rest of the economy is defaulting and in need of a haircut we are getting all hot under the collar and coat about the George Cross in our dear flag.
Are we barmy? Are we the barmiest country to get lost on such trivia? I thought trivial pursuits got dumped from the board games quite a few decades ago. Or maybe I dozed off and we still have these silly games. So I’ll join the fray and say my piece too; if anyone is too bored to go on just skip to the conclusion. You can make more headway in life by reading just titles and conclusions—reading the rest of the puffery and padding is time wasting.
Back to trivial pursuits: do I really care if our flag has a George Cross or not? Not exactly. But it would be rather boring to have just a white and red flag with no cross in it. I mean we could then be mistaken for Poland or Monaco upside down (note for petty guys who will surely point out my errors: I know these countries’ flags have horizontal lines unlike our vertical ones) and the last thing we need in this country, where all seems upside down, is outsiders thinking we are Pole-dancers or a bunch of faux royals who make money on betting, casinos and other illicit stuff. Oh no—we do have our own big, betting louts of companies touting their fare and we do make oodles off the betters, the gamblers and the lot. But anyway the flag with its GC sets us apart and keeps us strongly a part of Christendom—and the gambling money does oil our economy nicely so it’s is big problem for our super Christian conscience.
Do I feel proud of the George Cross? Don’t exactly wish to be too controversial on such a trivial thing but I never thought much of the cross or the Brits who gave it to us. The Brits were our lords and masters (we were the “natives”) so that is why we did our best to keep the terrible Italian fascists out of our skin and harbours. But would we, of our own volition and choice, really have sided with the Brits if they didn’t have us under their yoke? I mean I’m quite convinced that if we had it our way during the war we’d have been neutral and non-aligned and waved to any winners and losers. We’d have nicely fence-sat while the bitter war took place next door. And we’d have sung our praises to whoever won the war. So our stand was, definitely and deafeningly, heroic but hardly chosen. We just have to thank our lucky stars we were with the winning and better—for our, liberty’s, and Europe’s future—side.
I have no clue what Roger the Norman Count actually did. Before we revised all our history books and ideas about what happened I was always quite proud of our national colours coming from this count. Now it seems we have ended up with a dodgy Roger—maybe he was a relation of Roger the dodger?—who hardly added to our national colours. So imagine if historians find that he did actually assign us our colours but that he was a tyrant, a silly man and that he treated our forefathers badly—should we then change our colours too? Our flag is our flag and however it came about and whatever we did back then, or had done to us, the flag is what makes us hot-blooded (the red) and good (white) and what sets us apart.
Long may the flag remain fluttering as it is right now—in red and white and with the cross for bravery—and to hell with any silly whiners who want to change it.
By St George the Englishman I never thought I would ever defend anything which is as British as the George Cross. But the George Cross has, to me, become Maltese, part of our own soul.