Green nonsense - situation normal

Time, time, time - there is never enough. I still had a couple of things I wanted to read when a I heard the tractor running and had to dash to the fields. There is a bit about North Sea cod and Brain Gould on globalisation that might be of interest but my superficial scanning between mouthfuls of Marmite confirms that eco crap is the flavour of the moment.

There is a spat going in (in, I think, Mt Albert and wouldn't that be appropriate?) about the construction of a cycle way that means the losing of a shedful of roadside carparking spots. This totally un-newsworthy rubbish takes up nearly a quarter page of newsprint (I could have been reading about North Sea cod). There is some joker from the Coalition for Cycling or the Cyclists Liberation Army or some such saying that this is 'a very important issue' (it is not) and is fulfilling 'an urgent need to link up Auckland's cycle ways' (it is not). It means that latent cyclists who are victims of the fear of using their velocipede on Auckland's gas guzzler, climate vicious car laden streets can now come out of the two wheeled closet and hold their heads up high. I made that last bit up, but I might as well not have done as that is the sort of rot that comes out of these idiots' mouths. Give them a decent V8 and tell them to shut up.

The Greens are now having a swipe at the fleet of government Ford Fairlanes. These have to go and Ministers should car pool - like that is going to happen. They have calculated that the fleet of official limos emits 200 (2,000, 20,000, 2,000,000 - who knows or cares?) tonnes of greenhouse gases (what a meaningless statement in itself) per annum and this is a situation up with which we cannot put. Apparently the Fords use 14.6 litres of fuel per 100km. I flicked on the fuel computer in my own conveyance whilst driving down Lincoln Road and 14.6 would appear to me to be very frugal. Thes are that same pratts who held a rally at the weekend marking the one year anniversary of Rod Donald's death. They held a cycle rally. You know the form - loads of cycle helmets from the seventies (we must be safe), paisly socks, cycle trailers with scrawny malnourished tofu chewing kids in tow and a lot of those beards you grew briefly when you were 17 and vowed never to go near again. Yuck, Yuck, Yuck.

Which leads us nicely to A10 where Colin James latches on to what I was saying last week; the Headmistress has latched on to all this eco babble as the talisman that will lead her to her Holy Grail - a fourth term in office God forbid. Just rember a) she stole the dosh b) Philip Field is still out there, c) she is the social engineer from hell, d) I don't like her, e) I like her ideas even less and there must be an f), g), h)...............

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