Police and why they just don't get it

I was going to blog about how the Police don't seem to have clue about tackling Graffiti Crime, but a more pressing matter has come to hand.

The condition of the Australian Flag at my local Police Station.

I had noticed it was tangled up in the branches of a beautiful 150 year old tree. A few letters later and we had butchered the limbs to the point that the flag could fly once again! Huzzah!

But to my dismay, the flag that I demand others fight for on my behalf, was in no fit condition to fly. Some may think this is taking it to the extreme, but when I look at it, I think of the Battle of Waterloo. Well, there were no photographs of the battle for me to compare them, but I've seen pictures of paintings depicting the battle...so close enough.

How it breaks my heart to look up and be reminded of the futile loss of life all those years ago in a country so far away. Those brave men of Mother England.

I will not rest until a new flag is in place. Maybe one with a bigger Union Jack on it and god help them if they try to put one of those Aboriginal flags up there.