So, I feel a little bit like a prize asshole and I've been avoiding you. On Waitangi Day, I saw a "Racist Waitangi Bingo Card" that had been snarkily produced on twitter featuring all sorts of awful soundbites regarding Waitangi - that I won't reproduce, other than to say one of them was "Anzac Day is the real national holiday anyway". I felt about *this* big when I saw that.
Like a prize asshole, I'll try to defend myself. My point was that Anzac Day helped shape our national consciousness in a way that perhaps Waitangi has not. I don't mean to suggest it is or should be our national holiday. Our nationhood has been defined by Waitangi; Ti Tiriti is our turangawaewae, in many respects. It's just it's awfully touchy.
You know what? I'm sorry I said it. I'm sorry for being offensive. I've thought the better of that sentiment and am appropriately ashamed.
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So, as advertised, I had a rather good night on Tuesday. Eh, I feel terrible and I can't muster up a chirpy recap so that'll do for the day.
Happy weekend, all & sundry. Promise I'll be better.
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