Deconstructing the Calendar

Here we are in April again, a month in which, according to the leftist thermometer of outrage, our national shame should reach heights only exceeded by the summer of leftist discontent each January. January, being the month of Australia Day, is suffused with the self-righteous guilt so many white Australians feel at their misfortune in being citizens of a supposedly invaded country—though why they don’t just nick off and leave it uninvaded, at least by them, is a perennial mystery. As it is, their complaints and moanings quite spoil the last week of the summer holidays for everybody, making those of us who celebrate Australia Day feel as though we’re having a party in our new house with the previous owners laid out in their coffins in the next room. But now it’s April, when leftists are almost as mournful, because it brings with it Anzac Day.

Anzac Day is an all-purpose portmanteau occasion for offence-takers. They say it’s homo- and transphobic (though the armed…