I have been reading a bit about capitalism vs communism (socialism is communism without the intestinal fortitude so include it in communism). Please note the small "c" and "c".
I was raised a communist in that I was free to succeed or fail knowing the State would pick up the pieces and give me another chance.
The problem was that I like reading and a diet of Westerns and Sci-Fi quickly was added to by every columnist I could access.
I started thinking.
BIG problem.
As a young man wanting a "normal" life I tied up with a female, started working on a house and children.
At that time the World was changing. The mid-late 1980s brought investment into play.
Unfortunately it did not bring information on how to use that investment.
I got tied up in an investment I would now know to avoid ( I hope Mr Renouf and Mr Judge have nightmares every night and waking moment until the devil shoves a hot poker up their ...but to continue) and lost the lot, leaving me behind where I started.
It was the lack of knowledge rather than the two tennis-playing scum that cost me.
I rebuilt, working 12 hours a day, often 7 days a week. My job, physically hard, was 12 hours, seven days a week. We had casuals and it was up to us to organise them so we could have days off.
Illegal then (but it worked), now some wanker would fuck it up and everyone would lose.
In the 90s New Zealand embraced gambling, particularly in pubs.
For some of us that only meant that the odd fellow got into trouble even easier than he would have normally.
I was in that camp until I found out my children's mother had a serious problem and I was again broke (I had relied on it to pay the bills - with my money).
We lost our house.
Eventually I packed my car, moved to the big smoke and started again.
I found I could work hard and long and earn a living by serving food and drinks to people who only needed a bullshit story to keep them amused. The bullshit I was good at.
I got sick of the bullshit for other people so I bought a taxi, a cab.
Cab driving involves two skills: knowing where you are going and being able to converse, on any level, with anyone.
Strangely I could do both
Starting with a pocket (no bank would touch me) balance of $29.00 in twelve months I bought my own cab (about $15,000) and carried on to create a business, all legal (we had police checks, tax audits etc) worth about $100,000. until a couple of East Asia import thieves decided to put pressure on Mr Bridges and Mr Joyce.
They,(the pollies) as is typical of their type, immediately put foreign thieves ahead of New Zealanders.
The value of my hard earnt business plummeted until I walked away, holding just the last vehicle I had.
A bit further on, after problems with a drug-addled son and another very large loss because of him, I live in a caravan in a holiday park.
I LOVE IT!
I'll probably freeze to death in the winter but hell, I've got to die of something.
My point, though, is simple: Capitalism is great but it must (MUST!) be accompanied by information and the education that allows that information to be absorbed.
That information and education is sadly lacking. Children are instead being taught by Minto and communist scum like him.
For the sake of Humanity it is time for a cleanout.
Start with and old fart at Woodend beach Holiday Park - he deserves it!
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