As long as it’s not an every day occurrence, it was the Cafe owner’s prerogative to choose his political protest and turf out the two Israeli women. As for all of the crap that one of the women, Natalie Bennie, was saying “am I safe in this country?” what a load of bollocks!!! Safer here love than you are as an Arab child in Gaza at the moment because of your government.
Once again the slaughter of 333+ children is not acceptable in any circumstance – ever!
As for Ms Bennie “Someone has to put him in his place”, oh yeah would that be at the end of a barrel, go to another freaking cafe. Nice consilitary talk. What about “I understand his frustration, I’ll be going elsewhere in the mean time and maybe one day well be able to talk about this”, no no she wants to put him in his place. And what place would that be, second class arab citizen – crass talk my dear.
Those on the left who may have read the odd article by Chris Trotter may have noticed a shift in his writings over the years, and markedly since his move north. He became a voice for not the left but very much middle of the road, that beacon of “yes I am still bloody angry” hope that should come from the left was growing dimmer by the day.
However the day after the election, came on of the finest pieces from him. A battle cry, which unfortunately came too late – after the fact. This piece should have been published last week, or month and it should have been followed up with another equally critical. The Sunday Star Times is one of those newspapers that reaches a vast section of the NZ population, and all of those “gutless, witless, passionless creatures of the barbecue-pit and the sports bar (and the feckless females who put up with them)” gits who voted change for the sake of it, need this kick up the ass before the event not after it. It’s all very well us on the left bleating out our stuff from the blogosphere, but when it all comes down to it, the blogosphere is a middle class playground for a very small group of people.
It was a fine piece that articulated many of the concerns of those on the left that abound after the victory by Key on Saturday night. It was evident early on in the night that Labour didn’t have a chance, but that’s OK, I could get used to that. The most hideous moment of the night was however when someone found the Defibrillator and the political corpse and somehow thrust an incoherent monster from the past for the nation to see and gasp. That diatribe by Roger Douglas, immediately employing the TINA battle cry so dangerously used by the Bush administration, had even those commentators on the right trying to dismiss him. It was literally like watching Frankenstein’s monster trying to put sentences together again, and the only lines it remembered was the same old shite it last regurgitated.
Because with that relic of a by-gone era (yes Sir Roger the world and the country had moved on since your cryogenic freezing) was as Trotter put it “That’s what triumphed last night: the hunger to punish – and a crippling fear of social change.”
So to all of you who thought change for the sake of it was a good idea, all the best finding the best Accident insurance company, finding the money to take your kids to the doctor, getting them into childcare without breaking the bank or needing a third job to do it, moving about the countryside without swerving in and out of the freight trucks etc etc. If there is still an environment to talk about, as Jeanette Fitzsimons said on the night, let’s hope you don’t think tax cuts were a better idea than the environment.
Ian Wishart will save us all from ourselves this weekend with
“will be breaking a massive story, implicating two current cabinet ministers and a former Labour cabinet minister, in an unprecedented political scandal”.
What will this be, take part in my first online poll and prove me a hypocrite as I have posted time and time again about how I hate online polls. So have some fun for a change. I have made it so you can vote as often as you like.
Look I don’t even like the guy, but I was hiding behind my hands at the stupidity. It was worse than watching a train crash, or whatever the saying is, it was just downright painful. Continue reading →
Anyone who thinks that he can malign whole sections of society just because he doesn’t want the precious english language to evolve, can sod off.
The Criminal Procedure Bill had changed the name of Foreman of the Jury to Foreperson of the Jury, thus eliminating the 167 year old term that was essentially sexist.
What the hell is wrong with gender neutral language, not one single thing. Shakespeare coined or invented over 1700 new words or terms in his life time. The beauty of the english language is that it evolves, and to remove gender from language in terms like this is a good thing.
In the article from Stuff.co.nz, Jones stated “It’s typical of the Government where they have gone berserk with this sort of stuff.” “It’s not a feminist takeover, it’s a lesbian takeover in Wellington”. Going on to say that “There’s hardly a Government head that’s not a lesbian … so many lesbians are in top jobs and they don’t want to acknowledge any sex”.
Regardless of the sexuality of anyone in Wellington, after 167 years of calling women Foreman, it’s about bloody time we changed it. What an old and thankfully increasingly marginal git.
What a load of old white male bullshit. Is Bob looking at getting back into Parliament this year, or why else would he say such bloody stupid shite?