Thinking

 

I’ve been thinking.

Yes, I know. Painful. For me a bit like subbing your toe; A lot of pain for no discernible gain.

I’ve just read yet another load of utter bullshit about the times I’ve travelled.

I grew up in the latter 1950s and 1960s. Musically I liked the Beatles, accepted, grudgingly, The ‘Stones while getting off their cloud, was a fan of Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich and Fought The Law with Bobby Fuller and his four.

In New Zealand Kiwi Keith was the man – the man most despised for his false accent and pretend upper-class attitude – while increasing taxes n beer and smokes every budget while he drank duty free at Bellamy’s.

In New Zealand I saw the Big Man (Kirk) come and go without real impact and the shudder (looking for a spine to run up) attempt to carry on his legacy. (IMHO Muldoon’s best line ever.)

Then, in my awakening political years, Muldoon.

I was raised a gutless communist (socialist) mainly due to the NZ education system so initially the only impact of Muldoon was the taxes that kept increasing.

Then I started talking, and then thinking, politics.

I thought Think Big was pretty good but loathed Bolger and Birch who fronted it (I still loath them, now with reason).

Muldoon, leading up to 1981 was damned good in most things. Looking back his economic management wasn’t great but at the time most thought it was. The Western World was all run along similar lines.

In other aspects Muldoon was great at seizing the mood of the majority and building on it. He even started communicating with the racist gangs and most New Zealanders said “Good on you son, go for it.. In 1981 the racists did their normal thing and shit on him but at the time we knew no better.

Then 1981 and the dishonesty happened.

1981 wasn’t, despite ongoing slime lies, about pro-apartheid v anti-apartheid.

You would have struggled to find 100 pro-apartheid people in the whole of New Zealand.

1981 began as a disagreement over how you demonstrate to Jaapies that apartheid was wrong.

The majority of New Zealanders thought the showing the Jaapies, via news reports and television pictures that treating all people equally was the way to go.

On the opposing side a group of disgusting communist scum, some god-botherers and the racist gangs (most pretending they were seppos) with many unable-to-think (thanks to the New Zealand education system) teenagers, a group of not-yet-home-owners and the start of the always lying slime of the media.

The latter VERY low-lifes, of course, wrote and had published, their grossly dishonest account of the time.

Honest people were too busy living to do the same.

Unfortunately, probably due to the pressure but definitely assisted by the totally gutless media showing just how gutless they were (and are), Muldoon went mad.

To 1984 and the Great and Good Sir Roger Douglas came to the rescue, using the often brilliant and funny Lange as his front man.

The Great and Good Sir Roger saved the day but, as often happens to genuine heros, he was shunted aside so lesser men could bathe in his glory.

And New Zealand suffered.

They suffered through Palmer, then (Moore was a mere interlude) the worst and most damaging (MMP) of all until recently, Bolger, then Clark.

Key was different, effective in some areas, genuinely popular but his need to be loved meant he didn’t make all the hard decisions. Key/English are hard, though, to fault. They gave the country what it wanted and most of what it needed.

English, another interlude, then disaster.

Winston Peters selected the Coalition from Hell.

You all know what happened next – New Zealand went to Hell - was kept there by brain-dead middle=aged and old sheilas (of both sexes) for six long years.

It will take us a long time and a lot of fighting to complete the escape from Hell.

More than usual because we will have to fight and defeat the public servants, communists and fuckwits ( a significant number including, but not limited to, “educators”, fit in all three categories) in making that escape.

We can do without the mindless crap from slime who weren’t there, i.e. the mushrooms (raised in the dark and fed on crap) and have no idea, no concept of the actual past of New Zealand.

Meanwhile: God Defend New Zealand!

One language please.

I was reading comment on the attempted land theft happening in Jafaville this morning.

The column had the chance of being interesting in that it put forward a point of view I hadn't thought of in that context.

Unfortunately I had to give up the column because of the generous distribution throughout it of gobblety-gook.

I'm guessing this gobblety-gook was the recently invented "maori" but whatever it was I have no idea of it's meaning. I doubt I'm alone.

Why bother writing stuff for publication in relatively mainstream media if you don't want it understood?

This business of throwing gobblety-gook expressions in otherwise english language columns is rife. It appears to be a particularly NZ thing, I don't come across it in international publications.

It needs to stop.

Adding foreign words to prose when perfectly good english words are available destroys the reader's train of thought and often makes a whole article unreadable, sometimes meaningless.

Doing so doesn't make the writer look smart, or bi-lingual or anything similar. If anything it makes that writer look too thick to know the words of his/her chosen language.

Let the reader not think I'm against writing in any language the author wants to.

That is the author's choice but the author makes that choice based on the audience he/she wants to reach.

I also recognise that there are times when only a foreign word will suffice.

My complaint is the use of unnecessary use of a different language simply as a "look at me, I'm PC" statement in articles published in places the public are likely to find them.

This practice is simply damned annoying.

Please cease and desist!