In its infancy and previous life this blog used to be heavily biased to New Zealand politics. I wouldn't elevate it to status of a commentary on same but more a prolonged diatribe aimed fairly and squarely at the left. I dislike, nay hate, the left wing view of life almost more than I dislike anything else going. I accept that destructive criticism is the easiest form of comment to put together but I make no apologies for that.
My over riding emotion on the evening of the first Saturday in November last year was one of relief. Relief that the horrors of where the damned left was leading the country was over. My need to comment on the wastrels in the Beehive stopped virtually overnight. I generally approve of the way the country is being run at present. Sure there have been a few things I don't like (Nick Smith saying he will be doing anything at all about anthropogenic global warming springs to mind) but in general all is well. The country is bobbing around like a cork in troubled global seas and cutting its cloth according to its means.
Now those who used to have to be obeyed are in opposition and it is their job to oppose things. What sort of a fist are they making of this? Bloody 'orrible. They couldn't organise a nun shoot in a convent. Everything Alfred E Neuman touches turns to crap. It is scary that he and his ilk only recently had their nasty grubby hands on the levers of power. They just aren't good at anything. I'm sure the best way of getting The Goof into a small business would be to give him a big one and wait.
The government is getting on in a business like way of doing things. The cycle way? Who gives a stuff? Cycling is stupid, I mean why were vastly overpowered cars invented, but its harmless for the most and as planned will bring a bit of dosh into the country. And it will get a handful (and no more) blokes off the benefit for a while. All good. They can earn money which will be taxed and the government can spend this money on something useful. Which brings us to the nub of what is going on at the moment.
Alf and his mates are still playing politics circa 2005 whilst all this pragmatic stuff is going on. Scoring points in the Beehive is the most important thing. And what weapon have they chosen? Benefits. And it has gone tits up twice in the last couple of weeks. First we had the bloke who couldn't get a benefit and would have to sell his lifestyle block when he got made redundant. Labour parade poster boy as an example of the heartless capitalist pigs at their worst. Goof stands up all red faced with adrenals in overdrive shouting at Key who calmly asks if he (Goof) has all the facts at his disposal. Well no he doesn't. Poor downtrodden worker has an investment portfolio of a couple of properties worth north of seven figures.
Bad enough but now we get even worse. A couple of wummins are complaining about their benefit being cut. They go public all bleating and equipped with their victims visages on the back of only the information they want us to see to paint their plight in as grim a light as possible. Enough says Paula Bennett and tells all and sundry what the real score is. And these two aren't on the bones of their respective bums at all. Our victims then cry 'Privacy' (i.e. will the State please get these nasty people off my back) whilst all the time revealing their income status to all who are stupid enough to read the Trade Me bulletin boards. Bollocks. You pick a fight, you take the punches when they come your way.
The problem here is not $700 a week or privacy it is bloody attitude. The attitude that living off the state is a right. The attitude that when doing this it is a right to have as many kids as you please even if you can't afford them 'cos it is your right to have the state support said offspring. Well none of the above is a damned right. Anyone living off my taxes for doing nothing is partaking of a privilege and not a bloody right. The DPB and its many tentacled other entitlement mates were apparently introduced as a temporary safety net for those in need. Fair enough - ish. The metamorphosis into a lifestyle and a right is complete and must be reversed. We can't bloody afford it. I am reliably informed that the country's expenditure on 'Welfare' is measured in billions per week. Good grief even I couldn't spend that. I could buy a different colour DB9 for every day of the week, no every hour of every day, every week and still wouldn't scratch the surface.
So obald@home reluctantly comes back to politics for what I hope is a brief visit. And what brings me back? Bloody left wing crap again being blown like annoying smoke in the face of the pragmatic business of running a country. The opposition should just STFU if they haven't anything worth saying.
And they won't have anything worth saying because they never have and never will.
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