I've just about had the flag up to my eyeballs. After March, I don't want to hear so much as a whisper of the word "flag" for a very long time. I'm flagged out.
Who knew a piece of fabric could inspire such mind-numbing and tedious national debate? Or that we wouldn't have a single designer on the committee tasked with choosing the emblem that is to represent us henceforth? Or that we'd be implored by sporting heroes to give our votes to a design that frankly looks like a tea towel? These are strange times indeed.
Yet through it all the New Zealand flag has flown on, unfazed by the pretender attempting to usurp it. While the Lockwood flag (otherwise known as the Weet-Bix flag, the fish skeleton flag, or the clip-art flag) has attracted the backing of a group of rich and powerful New Zealanders with advertising dollars to fritter away, the New Zealand flag has honoured the fallen on the fifth anniversary of the Christchurch earthquake, taken its place on Waitangi Day beside the Tino Rangatiratanga flag and represented our country around the world, as it has done for generations.
With all due respect, I don't give a hoot what the Prime Minister, Richie McCaw and Dan Carter think about the flag. To me, the relationship Kiwis have with their flag should be wholly their own. They are absolutely entitled to their own views, but it is not for All Black legends or a leader democratically elected to serve all New Zealanders, to try to tell us what to think, much less how to vote in this ballot of lasting national significance.
While I totally respect the right of all NZ citizens to have an opinion about our flag, seeing elected officials pushing the Lockwood flag makes me decidedly uneasy. Surely, if a flag change were to be this Government's legacy, the honourable thing would be to allow New Zealanders to champion their chosen alternative without seeking to influence the outcome. That, to me, would've demonstrated true leadership.