If there was any remaining doubt that the current administration is a one man (sic) band it was dispelled at the truly nauseating goings on in Takapuna at the weekend. That it was all happening not a mile from Obald Towers was even more worrying. 'Things I would pay no attention to' is a pretty long list. Scone recipes, OSH regulations, rainfall statistics for Kansas would bolt in for instance but wouldn't squeeze the Labour Party Conference out of first place. I can think of nothing worse than watching a bunch of left wing zealots spend a couple of days telling each other how wonderful they are.
The fact that some unionist clocked a bloke with a megaphone raised the beach side love in to a level of mild interest. This tempts the unwary (me) to look further and listen to some of what was going on. And what is reported? Helen. Helen, Helen and more bloody Helen. The only picture in the paper this morning is of the matriarch of the country striding regally into the gathering with her male consort (and do you need to look further for a worse apology for a representative of the male of the species) shuffling along a respectful few paces behind.
It is Guy Fawkes time. Stupid that we in the People's Republic pay any attention to happenings in Blighty four hundred years ago but no worse than spending up large on Halloween I suppose. Harmless fun and I mean that in the loosest sense. We had people o the beach outside Obald Towers letting off rather noisy pyrotechnics for an hour or two on Saturday night and it was a minor irritation - but no more. SWMBO however likened her billet in Mount Albert on Saturday night as reminding her of Afghanistan. Give me break. How the hell would she know? The only thing she has ever come close to in her sheltered life to do with Afghanistan would be a chocolate biscuit. She then tells the fawning masses that she doesn't like it so we (read she) will have to do something about it. And that won't be a move to free fireworks for all I'll give you the tip. What will happen if the damned woman decides that Mount Albert resembles Bethlehem in a few weeks time? She'll likely ban Xmas. After-all it is very dangerous with the high chance of electrocution from fairy lights. Tell you what, even better, make everything that people might enjoy illegal and then wait for the government can tell us what we can do. Much better all round. Tell me what it is like because I will not be here.
Back to the goings on in Takapuna. Notice how all the dirty work in the way of announcements is delegated to minions timed to coincide with Dear Leader's absence from our shores. Contrast this to her insistence that anything she perceives to be glad tidings which have to be announced by her himself. Thus, having at last realised that the proles will not stand no tax cuts for any longer she tells Cullen to sit in the corner while she announces that we are all to get get great bags of gold winging into our bank accounts. Well if you believe that you have fairies at the bottom of your garden. Helen accepts the thunderous applause from the fawning faithful and it is left to Cullen to creep out of his corner and tell us all not to expect too much as to be fair (that noxious notion again) any largesse will have to be spread very thinly. Meanwhile Helen strides majestically toward her eco friendly limo.
My dislike for this mob knows no bounds
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