Talk about something else. Of something unimportant. Regarding contempt for language, I take it as a case, which is a minor matter where they exist.
It turns out now that the local media, all the locals and even agencies, reported a few days ago that the Quevedo Park of this city saw its green flag renewed thanks to its care and biodiversity. This was written like this in big headlines so that all the villagers, notably English speakers, would notice it right off the bat without much effort. As when they report that I do not know how many millions of blue flags have been granted (they do not write blue flag in those cases) to beaches and other swimming pools. All full of flags and flags, depending on how you look or count.
In short, they will argue that in the present case the formula derives from the so-called Green Flag Award, an international award granted, curiously, by the Spanish Association of Public Parks and Gardens, which is not called that at all, but rather AEPJP, because they also like acronyms like newspapers. That’s why the English thing. On the other hand, the blue flags is another award that is not from here, they are granted by the European Foundation for Environmental Education together with other organizations from the old continent, from where English would be expected. But no, maybe because of Brexit; or at least a preventive Brexit, since they have been granted since 1985, when the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom was Margaret Thatcher and not Boris Johnson. A mess.
It is what flags have, that it is easy to get tangled in or with them. And that is what Hispanic nonsense also has, which calls awards to awards, it is not known whether to combat the inferiority complex or to widen its puerile megalomania. It does not matter, the case is to persevere in the mistreatment that we concede to our own language, for which there are no limits, no state of alarm, or mental confinement. It does not reach the category of pandemic, but there we are. We will soon migrate to Mandarin.