"We're changing the flag to a black one with a silver fern, ya know, like the All Blacks. Hope ya don't mind. We know you'll get used to it. Cheers and let's have a beer in celebration. Excellent. Good on ya. Too right."
End of story. Some people would have b*tched and moaned but it would have been easy, cheap and painless. The flag already exists and, given a few years, all protestors would have died off.
But no, they turned the flag debate in to giant loud parade of flag ideas, committees, committees on committees, referendums and more bloody referendums. We were drowned in advertising, media releases, news stories and general all purpose flag propaganda. All anyone could talk about, or argue about, was the flag. Smoke and mirrors, ladies and gentlemen, smoke and mirrors.
Meanwhile, back in the jungle...
Politicians danced in back rooms as the TPPA was signed off. The what? The TPPA. Who? What? Where? What? Yes, as we all had our gaze forced to scan pages and pages of pretty, weird, and pretty weird designs for flags, and as we um-ed and aah-ed over the flag who-ha, we sold our soul to a world of capitalists.
I have nothing at all against capitalists, but I'm slightly annoyed that I got smoke and mirrored into not noticing that a giant, hugely impacting trade deal got signed while we were looking at a bunch of dumb flags.
In the end we chose not to get all crazy and revolt. Instead we stood firm and held on tightly to our good old faithful flag.
Flags! Nice smoke and mirrors guys. Nice fluttering freaking "flaggy" smoke and mirrors. The truth has now unfurled (the double entendre noted) and I'm feeling a bit dumb and a bit duped. In the end I got all smoked out with giant, colourful mirrors.
Naughty, clever politicians...