Seriously, just change the Union Flag to one of these, and the flag protests will be over instantly; because not even the most die-hard Unionist would want one of these ugly motherfuckers flying from their buildings and lampposts!
Examples of the crazy:
The Flag Institute offers up several revisions, some taking influence from royal crests and coats of arms, others from the Welsh cross of St David.
Bob is a troubled stickman. See, ever since his teenage years, he’s really hated his eyes. So much so, he wants them gone, but just can’t manage to bring himself to do it on his own. He finally decides he will go to a doctor, surely a doctor will help him? After all, it’s his body and he is free to do it, so surely someone else should be free to help him, right?
But, unfortunately for Bob, the doctor tells him that he isn’t able to, it wouldn’t be ok for him to do that. Instead he refers him to a psychiatrist. Bob thinks “Great, maybe he will help me remove my eyes!”. So, he meets with the psychiatrist – “Help me, I need to remove my eyes, they just don’t make me happy, I can’t stand them anymore, but I’ve tried and I can’t bring myself to do it. You’re a professional, you can help!” he exclaims. The psychiatrist looks at him, sits down, and tells him…
So, here is where the crude little story diverges, I hope it’s obvious that the immoral case is a psychiatrist willing to help him pluck out his eyes (reparative therapy). Instead, I’m going to continue the analogy to show how this story should end.
“I’m sorry Bob, it just wouldn’t be moral of me to do that.”
“But! BUT!” cries Bob, “It’s my body, my free choice!”
The psychiatrist looks at Bob, and gently says, “Bob, it may be your choice, but I won’t help you do this. It won’t help you with your problem. Instead, I’m going to help you in another way, by helping you understand why you want to remove your eyes, and get you to a place where you no longer feel like you need to remove a perfectly functioning and normal part of your anatomy. I think you have other things affecting you, let’s talk about those instead.”
Reading the coverage of the recent protest at Ballynahinch, I’d seen this idea being trotted out that I’d wanted to address. See, this liberal-sounding line is the new line of choice for the budding gay-cure psychiatrist. Choice. Specifically, that freedom means that people should be free to seek help with removing their gay impulses, and that therapists are only being moral and should be free to offer them this help if they ask for it.
What a noble-sounding idea, to the layman. Certainly a much better PR line than the good-old “GOD” angle. But, I wanted to lay out the little story to show just how ridiculous, perverse and immoral it really is.
Yay 🙂 I hope it lies – snow photography seems fun, and at least the “possibility of severe disruption, particularly to transport and to power supplies” shouldn’t affect me as I can work from home given power and internet!
Do take care, however, if you’re out on the roads!
Not surprising, really. But then, don’t let the research get in the way of your bigotry! Especially people like commenter grey_rage, who is the greatest colossal dimwit of the week with this comment:
Bigots like me see the catholic church full of gays interfering with children, they see gay ministers and the well placed visiting childrens homes to access vulnerable young boys to gratify their own perverted desires. Bigots like me also remember the likes of peter tachel out side schools giving out leadlets. I remember him trying to get the age of concent reduced or abolished and speaking about sex with nine year olds. Perhaps those are just a couple of reasons we bigots feel the way we do.
Past in Flames is a Magic the Gathering card. A pretty awesome one. Really, I like the name; it conjures up all sorts of images in my head, fiery spells and igniting thoughts.
Right now, the other image that comes to my mind is; Northern Ireland is the past in flames. People, so enraged by a past, by ancestors that don’t matter, that they burn the present.
The flag flying every day is now past. And so too is Northern Ireland as part of Ireland. The future is another matter, things can always still change. But this idea that we are either British or Irish enrages me, that it occupies so much of people’s minds that they lose all reason. I’m Northern Irish, Irish, and British, I guess. I’m not proud or ashamed of any of that. I’m indifferent; its a nationality, but what does it matter? Ask yourself, what ARE you fighting for? Ancient justice for a past colonisation? A queen who knows not of your existence, nor cares?
If you’ve ever used the phrase “they should go back home where they belong” towards either side, you need to take a long hard look at yourself; you’re calling for people born and raised five minutes down the road from you to be expelled from the country, to leave their homeland. We are brothers; we were ALL born here, it’s OUR land.
Stop mewling about the wrongs perpetrated against those so long dead. Stop swallowing the words of corrupt politicians, all too soaked in blood that they can’t take a firm grip of peace.
I would very much love to see us forge a new flag, one not to replace the Union Flag, which is for now the flag of our union, but to represent the state of Northern Ireland. One that we all have no problem seeing fly every day above our city halls.
One flag that we can use to choke the bigotry of our politicians.
Let the past burn; forget it. From the ashes that remain, the future will grow.