She is of the opinion that sixteen year olds are as well informed about national politics as their seniors. A section of her desired new electorate interviewed on the News last night would seem to suggest otherwise. Two could not name the Deputy Prime Minister (I'll admit I can see the point of not burdening the brain with such useless information) and the third said through a simian grin 'Sweet. I'll vote Green so they will legalise weed'. The last monkey is the sort of constituency that Bradford knows she will appeal to for the reasons put forward. There are lots of them and she knows that. There won't be many sixteen year olds voting for sensible fiscal poilicy, strengthening the defence force and exploring new trade opportunities in Asia when the looney left is offering the keys to the short sighted toy cupboard.
Bradford and her ilk are a real threat to the continuation of New Zealand as a proper country. Conversely, perhaps, she should be encouraged to espouse even more of her ever more looney ideas as this will convince those who are blind by dint of not wanting to see that she has to be stopped. The only way to get rid of her and her kind is through the ballot box although even that is now harder than it should be courtesy of MMP.
Can you imagine New Zealand embarking on anything even resembling the no grog, no pornography laws being rushed through Parliament across the ditch? This would for starters appear to be proper use of Parliamentary urgency. It would also appear to be a pragamtic solution to a great problem and bugger the civil liberty side of things. Good stuff. There are many problems in this country that deserve beating with the same stick (pun intended) but it will never happen.
I'm going to start a collection of these. Victim photographs. They are a much undervalued artform. I've mentioned them before and I love'em. The subjects are classically people who have been bumped off hospital waiting lists. A cancelled 'cancer operation' is a sure fire free sitting in the photograspher's studio. Evictees from state houses get a consessionary rate as do relatives of victims of hit and run drivers. We had the aforementioned Bradford appearing in a photographic study from the early 21st century Victim Period yesterday. Another classic of the genre is featured today with a little gem of the gun collector who had all his weaponry confiscated. The connoiseur will notice the sutble introduction of a walking stick into the composition to gently emphasis the underpriviliged position this gent has in society. I'm going to ring up AUT this morning to see if I can enroll in a (state subsidised) Victim Genre Photography course.
This from the wireless and not the Herald. I was never a fan of the Goon Show - probably about five years too young - but was, and still am, much amused by the denizen of East Cheam, Tony Hancock. Fifity years ago the British Egg Marketing Board came up with a campaign that was fronted by Anthony Aloyisious Hancock with the catch phrase 'Go to Work on an Egg'. I remember it well in all it's black and white glory viewed on a 12 inch screen housed in a TV set the size of a large fridge. There were a series of ads as I recall all featuring short snappy monolgues from Mr Hancock. (Incidentally the copy for the ads was penned by Fay Weldon - I never knew that). The current egg marketing people wanted to re-run the ads as a fifty year (fifity years, remember) celebration of a landmark campaign. The ads have been turned down by the current Advertising Standards Authority because 'Go to Work on an Egg' does not promote a balanced diet. Barking.
I have never liked eggs and don't eat them. I do not blame Tony Hancock for this. Perhaps I should and I could then retire on the proceeds of my settlement with the British Egg Marketing Board.
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