I had occasion to spend some time with both my daughters over the last couple of days. The elder actually reads this stuff (the younger has more sense and I don't think can be bothered) and she commented on the recent lack of content. What is behind this - lost interest? Too busy? No to both.
There is great danger of becoming a one trick pony. One can only bleat so much about the lunacy of the new religion of anthropogenic global warming even though they are still attracting congregation in droves. As opined before the opportunities to ridicule the ideas of a left wing administration disappear when you haven't got one. Their stupid, stupid ideas look even more so when they are little more than pained bleatings from outside the tent. How much ridicule can you poke at bureaucrats for their 'Jobsworth' view of the world before it becomes boring? You may argue that the answer to that one is 'an infinite amount' but that too becomes tedious. Bureaucrats are for the most part mindless automatons functioning under rules of the stupid. It is their masters who really deserve our opprobrium and ridicule. At the moment the role of being a curmudgeon is a bit dull and samey.
The Left's pathetic whining over the appointment of a successful woman to a position they disapprove of is just that - pathetic. The only women they approve of are ugly, dress in paper bags and strictly adhere to nonsense party dogma in the face of commonsense and logic. Any person without a Y chromosome who deviates from the formula is assumed to have '666' tattooed on every cell of their being until proven otherwise. Thus Mrs Rankin (or whatever Mrs she is this week) is the devil incarnate. Thus so is Melissa Lee. Reasonably easy on the eye, wears clothes not bought from an Op Shop and has sensible ideas. Like there are some (not all) people who call South Auckland home who do not earn a crust by running merchant banks but by robbing them. This apparently is insulting. To whom, pray tell? It's the truth. Just as it is true that there will be some people who live in St Heliers who are not beyond a spot of petty (or grand) larceny. She apparently 'offends' some people. Well, so bloody what. The wingeing in response to her refreshing ability to tell it like it is gets up my nose. So what? I expect no one to give a big rat's backside whether I am offended or not.
The idea that branding all the denizens of a geographical area with one behavioural brush is absurd. Rotorua. What of people who live there? Fine upstanding citizens? Patched members of gangs the lot of them? Neither true of course. But Rotorua would appear to be the recent home of a couple who are into fraud in a big way. They are probably holed up in Honduras as I type and will soon be in need of Warren Zevon's solution to all problems - lawyers, guns and money; although they would appear to already have a good supply of the latter courtesy of a typo at Westpac. How much wold you need to see erroneously appear in your bank account before you did a runner? However, this rather amusing episode does not make every citizen of Rotorua a fraudster. As an aside, in true Butch Cassidy mode, we all hope they get away with it, don't we? They won't of course as there is always some spoilsport in a white hat.
No, finding fresh ideas for this blog is a bit hard at the moment. It will pass, I'm sure.
And whilst we are talking of repetition, who would ever want to live in Wellington? The weather is dire even on a 'fine' day, the roads are awful, the building stock is old and decrepit........
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