The Free market revolution of the 1980s mutilated the domestic working classes of the West while woke middle class identity politics on social media alienated them enough to be manipulated by Neoliberal frauds like Trump, Boris & ScoMo who played to that resentment
We collectively made this.
New Zealanders claw onto the edge everyday, blighted by debt and forced to compete endlessly in the rat race of selfishness for never ending economic growth while corporations pay less and less to fund the public infrastructure that is the promise of equity to every citizen. The hollowed out middle class, the beneficiary damned, the precarious millennial work force and the working poor, each turn on the other in a never ending circle of entropy while the 1% and their 9% enablers laugh.
The promise of democracy is that you can look into the face of your child and know they will get a better deal in life than you did, that promise is now a callow joke.
Measles outbreaks due to public health negligence, White Island volcano deaths due to rapacious tourism, a horror white supremacist terrorism atrocity because the Intelligence Apparatus was too busing spying on Muslims, Green Party, Māori, Nicky Hager, MANA and Greenpeace, 14 000 waiting for social housing, 682 suicides, obscene domestic violence rates and children living in increasing levels of poverty.
That was 2019.
There were glimpses of a better promise, there were moments in the eye of the storm that we saw clear blue sky. Greta Thunberg, Pania Newton, Jacinda Ardern and Chloe Swarbrick showed us there was another way to lead with honour, dignity and grace, and while our hope resides in the sparks and embers of their vision, it wasn’t and couldn’t be enough to save us from the rapidly unfolding climate catastrophe.
That NZs smug and ridiculously self-congratulatory response to the crisis of a rapidly warming planet was a vague promise to do something in 31 years time should be a collective embarrassment and intellectual shame.
If fighting climate change is on par with fighting the Fascists in World War 2, it’s 1939, Germany has just invaded Poland and Labour have announced they have a great plan to maybe beat Hitler in 1970.
Let that sink in.
When the fiscal responsibility straight jacket that Grant Robertson and James Shaw had shackled us into (so that our overseas corporate overlords were appeased) was finally dumped, it turned out that the majority of the $12billion in extra borrowing was being spent on fucking roads.
Building a better motorway bridge for the homeless to sleep under isn’t much of a vision.
Meanwhile, infantile get tough in crime bullshit and basic bitch tax cuts combined with a carnival of lies and cavalcade of political circus freaks was all the Opposition could muster as responses to the enormous challenges we confront.
National promised to roll back the civil rights of gangs, prisoners and beneficiaries as if a legitimate response to failed social policy was simply removing the rights of those it had failed.
The human experience has been reduced to gladiatorial blood sports & sick burn retweets where solidarity, intellectual curiosity & basic magnanimity have been replaced for the narcissism of petty differences, insincere Instagram Influencers & greedy corporations.
That was 2019, the year of entropy and walls.