As a child I was pretty low maintenance. My father knew the best way to keep me quiet and intensely occupied was the gift of a National Savings poster, not some ghastly lifestyle-aspirational thing, but a big poster laying out in neat rows and columns the cap badges of every regiment in the British army, in order of precedence. Or one that similarly depicted the flags of every nation. There was something intensely satisfying to my infant mind about the classification, the diverse symbols, the ordered logic of it all. I would pore over the details, and the symbols or patterns that annoyed me were the ones that didn't follow the rules. It wasn't until much later that I worked out that the 'rules' as far as I was concerned were based on either at least one plane of bilateral symmetry, or a balance of 'mass' about a plane. A lion could be balanced by a unicorn, but not by an acorn. And no, I've never liked Stockhausen's execrable 'music' either. There. That's told you something about me.
You'll understand that when I pulled up the graphic below this morning my eyes satisfyingly ticked off all the old, well known friends and recognised a host of newer and welcome ones. This is my Europe; a continent of sovereign nation-states at peace, with borders open to trade. One flag however, strikes such a discordant note, so off-scale, that it offends the eye. You'll see which one immediately. Those poor people must cringe in shame every time its hoisted. What's worse, it echoes the colour and symbols of another hated flag, that of an evil and totalitarian regime intent on subjugating the peoples of Europe and destroying the bright diversity of all its nationhood.
Sir Thomas Beecham was once asked if he'd ever conducted any Stockhausen. "No" he replied "But I once trod in some". I have exactly the same emotion in reaction to any upstart flag that seeks to supersede the bright panoply of the Flags of Europe.