Friday, September 29, 2006
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Herald has come out with a nausea special this morning – packed to the gunwales with trees, eco friendly this and that, politically correct claptrap, bureaucratic nonsense and a stinging attack on Jeremy Clarkson. It’s a shocker.
We are told that the new viaduct over the river at Waiwera is a eco-triumph or some such. It’s main claim to fame is that it will protect a couple of semi flightless (how can you be ‘semi-flightless?) birds and the only regret is that it cannot be extended to traverse a couple more streams. I would assume that these streams will be four feet across and building a bridge across them will only cost ten mil or so per rivulet. What a load of bollocks. The bridge is a sodding great lump of concrete which is well overdue to take traffic away from a dreadful piece of coastal road (ask Bushie what he thinks of this stretch of State Highway One – SH1, give me a break). We have a whole section on the latest on what the are going to do to trees in
All this just served to get me into the mood to read A14. I had some idea of what I was in for from the promo on the front page but it prepared me poorly for the tirade of effete hand wringing that greeted me. The article is syndicated from the Independent and is written by an absolute embodiment of everything I detest in an attitude to life. I’ll come clean right away. I am writing this at my secondary place of employment which I attend once a week. I have to drive half an hour to get here. I do this in a 390bhp 4 litre supercharged V8 car using on average 16 litres of high octane petrol per 100km. I own two other four litre cars, a two litre number and a 200hp 2.6 litre outboard into which I happily pour 130 litres of petrol a day during the gamefishing season. My political leanings are somewhere to the right of Attila the Hun. I detest fairness and love discrimination. I am sure speed cameras are revenue gathering machines and ‘man is wrecking the planet by causing global warming’ is a complete crock. I hate hand wringing lefties and ‘green’ politics. I think people should work for their money and not just put their hand out for the government to fill it. I like big civil engineering projects, military hardware (especially of the naval variety), expensive hi tech toys and blowing things up. I hate most of what
Monday, September 25, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
'Society exists for the benefit of its members, not the members for the benefit of society.'
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
What is the function of newspapers? To deliver factual news, perchance? I think not. I think the function of newspapers is to deliver opinion. Hence, in most civilised parts of the world you have a choice of newspaper that you may make up your own mind as to the facts underlying the articles. We are not afforded that luxury in
What brought all this on was a seemingly innocuous piece about a woman, her collar bone and ACC. This is reported in the tone of aggrieved woman vs. mindless bureaucratic ACC. Woman good guy, ACC bad guy. She had unending pain, intolerable financial hardship and all her concerns are met with armies of heartless men with clipboards enforcing stupid rules to the letter. What is the truth? (Who cares what is the truth is probably a better question, but we move on) The truth, as usual, is at an unknown location some where between the two stances. Obvious. The Herald would have us believe that this place is a lot closer to the woman’s stance than the ACC’s because that is what they want us to think. To find out the truth we would have to do some work. Nobody could be bothered in this trivial example and, I suspect, nobody can be bothered to ferret out the truth behind most of what is in the newspapers when it concerns matrers of much more substance.
With the rise of alternative ways of getting news to the proles (satellite TV, the web etc.) there will never be another