Thursday, November 23, 2006

Nausea

I feel sick. Wading past the damned Stadium nonsense which is going in the predicted direction (vide supra) I soldiered on past Cancer for the Ordinary Man 101 to read Garth George as an antidote to all the crap that is surrounding us at present. Get to the comments page and there is a picture, a picture no less, of Ms Sue Bradford. I don't know what she does to the top of her head to get her hair looking quite so awful but I suspect it is the same as she does to the inside to get that looking so horrible. What a vision of abject misery. She has perfected that 'victim' look that is so popular amongst those who are interviewed by the media when they have just been bumped off the waiting list for hip replacement for the fourteenth time. This X-rated image is surrounded by an article from someone from a child protection agency of some description. She (I think it was a she) tries to surround this nonsense with some sort of evidence upon which MPs can make their decsions. Fat chance. There wouldn't be more than a handful that would understand the concepts surrounding making evidence based decisions. This is all besides the point of course as the debate shouldn't be happening at all. Those damned people who would seek to run our lives along their odious agendas should just go away. They won't, of course, so we have to get rid of them. You know the drill.
Eyes top and get onto the real purpose of going to A11. Garth is in usual, sensible, right wing, christian conservative mode. He doesn't care where the stadium is, just build it. Check. He abhors the intrusion of the state into what remains of New Zealand family life. Check. He is confused as to the rights and wrongs, as opposed to the legalities, of the Don Brash email affair. Check.
Phone tapping is illegal. Intercepting and stealing snail mail is illegal. Emails are different? Private conversations, oral or written, should be just that - private. There is a Public Information Act. Don Brash is politically naive. Hagar the Horrible is a randomly rearranged collection of amino acids that lives under a stone and should stay there. The government is hell bent on staying where it is and, therefore, keeping a lame duck opposition leader in situ is in its best interests, so why are they baying for Brash's blood?
All too hard for a simple artisan.

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