Malcolm Evans – Murray Ball: 1939-2017

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  1. What? So suddenly Kiwi farmer stereotypes are all fluffy, quirky and fucking cutsie? Dog pisses on thing as dumb cockie cliche strolls off in his wife beater singlet and gumboots. Fuck off!
    You bastards have no idea what farming’s about. You couldn’t give a fuck either so long as your gut’s are stuffed with Bank-slave foods, wines, meats, vegetables. You never write a word about how farmers built NZ’s infrastructure and of how that was stolen from them. You wipe your fat arses after you process the goods as traitors make off with those hard won assets and infrastructure and now they’re gone? Boo Hoo right? Where’s that money now, you might ask? Check out the suicide stats in the grave yards just outside the smaller rural towns you pompous fucks. They were the ones who earned it.
    All misty eyed as a cartoonist bites the bullet? What about the farming father, mother, brother, sister who’ve shot themselves when the Banks came calling on don brash’s 22% rates. Where were you then with your tears you fucking hypocrites?
    Get fucked the lot of you. If I had my way? You’d all know real hunger and poverty. Just to teach you a fucking lesson.

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