It's a Poppy, Silly...

Like many others, I can never let a Remembrance Day go by without chatting briefly with a veteran, making a donation, and picking up a poppy. Now you might think I’m about to wax loquacious about the evils of war and how important it is that we remember the sacrifices so many made for the freedom we enjoy today.

I’m not, because you know that already.

The thing is, I’ve got a bee in my bonnet about the poppy. I’m well aware that my concerns about the poppy are trivial in the extreme compared to what the poppy represents, but still…

…within two hours of pinning a poppy to my jacket, the darn thing is invariably gone. So I have to pick up another one, and within another hour I’ll (for example) find it on the floor of my van with the pin missing. So I have to pick up another one, and I never get around to it, and everyone around me probably thinks what a jerk, he doesn’t care about Remembrance Day, and the sacrifices our veterans made on our behalf.

But I do.

I just can’t get poppies to stick to me with any degree of committment. They stick around maybe a hair longer than my first two or three girlfriends, then they split. At least they don’t take copies of my favourite books with them.

This is what I don’t understand: we’ve been making artificial poppies for over eighty years. Okay, when I say “we,” I mean veterans. And it’s been good for the veterans; they make a bit of cash, the work is therapeutic, and so on.

But if all these veterans are going to go to the trouble of making all these poppies, why not do it right? Why not make one that can stick to your shirt for a reasonable amount of time? I’m not asking for much — just a fraction longer than a really quality network television show manages to stay on the air would be nice.

I know what you’re thinking. That maybe if I pinned the damn thing on with even a minute amount of perspicacity it would stay on. Yeah — like that’s going to happen. And I just can’t believe that I’m the only moron out there. Why, there must be dozens of us. We simply must find a way to permanently pin poppies to the lapels of morons.

Did I mention that they hurt too, when you accidentally prick yourself?

There is something to be said for driving up donations by requiring morons to constantly shell out for new poppies, I suppose. But it’s not like us morons can keep up that sort of thing forever; we only have so much earning power (we are, after all, morons).

So I implore veterans and veteran’s associations and all the sundry organizations responsible for making poppies to rethink the entire concept. Here are a few simple suggestions:

1. Provide poppies with a little thingie that you stick on the end of the pin, on the other side of the lapel, to prevent the poppy from falling off.

2. Provide poppies with two matching rare earth magnets, one for either side of the lapel

3. Provide really big poppies that you hang around your neck

4. Provide edible poppies. I’m thinking raspberry flavoured. Ideally, these would not come with pins.

(Oh, and I get that I’m completely missing the point…)