No time for more than the most cursory perusal of the Herald this morning but I don't think I'm missing much. The Bazely report is everywhere (as I suppose it merits) as is that great Kiwi institution the apology. Poor Commisioner Broad. He must have been choking on every weasel word as he was uttering them. But he has to do what he has to do. As pointed out by Mr. Cosmo one of the more nauseating spectacles of the whole circus was Helen Clark (who was wearing an apallingingly cut jacket yesterday even by her dismal standards) not missing the opportunity to tell the proles that she single handedly saved the nation from Clint Rickards. Never misses a trick, does she?
Augie in the poo? Don't worry, he won't bat an eyelid. I totally agree with RH's assertion that we may be in for a bit of off the ball stuff. Exon. Strange how it is now a word that has gained the status of 'child molester' or 'darkest satan'. You've got to get your research money from somewhere and they are hardly going to front up to Jeanette Fitzsimmons for a sub are they? Exon is a big multinational company that is in the business for one reason and one reason alone. Driver Paul, my gamefishing mate, is retired from Ford where he ended up being head honcho of their Asian Agricultural division. On his first day with the company as a fresh faced graduate he was asked at an orientaton seminar the following question. 'What line of business is the Ford motor company in? Making cars? Trucks? Tractors? No . Answer - Making money. If Exon, whose method of making shedfuls of cash may not sit easily with those who would have us live in the romantic dark ages, chose to give money to support people who are able to come to conclusions based on evidence and not emotion then I am happy for an extra cent to be put on the price of a litre of gas.
By the way, living in the pre industrialised world was, for most people, bloody uncomfortable and generally unpleasant.
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