A couple of weeks back New Zealanders voted for a fraudster in charge of a bunch of clowns, for a well written and promoted new legislation that any competent government would have simply passed into law and against cannabis being legalised.
The fraudster and it's clowns NZ is stuck with. Enjoy Venezuelan-style poverty, hopefully I shall be dead.
The drug legalisation rejection was predictable.
Even in their totally deluded, cowardice-induced covid-terrified state I suspect the vast majority of sober NZers realised that the one guarantee was that the current Labour/Green abortion would completely fuck up any legislation freeing up the drug.
Most likely with the likes of Swarbrick driving it NZ would have ended up with heroin/LSD/horse tranquiliser dealers ensconced in corner dairies throughout the nation.
The reaction to that rejection, however, has been priceless.
From Swarbrick doing a Clinton (Hillary looked slightly more human - but only "slightly) and the slime darlings all upset their drug-induced "reporting" will come under scrutiny it is one long laugh.
This morning there's a cracker out there, with one luvvie suggesting research and development of medical use of cannabis will be forced to cease because of the rejection.
That luvvie has never heard of medical use of morphine I take it.
I look forward to many more such utterly brilliant sob-stories.
They certainly take away some of the pain of watching the gutless bastards of New Zealand voting for their country's economic demise.
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