The Daily Blog Open Mic – Tuesday – 7th April 2020

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Announce protest actions, general chit chat or give your opinion on issues we haven’t covered for the day.

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2 COMMENTS

  1. That old icon of a black and white terrier sitting by a huge amplifying horn waiting for ‘His Masters Voice’; can others see that as an image of the NZ Government under the influence of Big Business. They can whisper and be heard, while the populace can have street protests and make submissions, but the response is ‘They’re all bark but no bite”.

    It is true that at present the gummint is exerting itself practically for the nation’s good, or some members, but what later, when we are further down the track towards the 1930’s after all we have attempted to rebuild from the neolib, freemarket debacle. Will there be any grit left in the real New Zealanders, or will be back to the two-class society we thought we were climbing out of. The problem seems to be that we are still at junior level when it comes to establishing what we want in life, that is sustainable, and where personal pretensions draw the line. Getting what you think you want seems never enough, so we need to think. Is that impossible I wonder. If so I see no way but down.

  2. I’m getting an unreasonable dislike for the name David. There was David Shearer and his scathing remark about a possible beneficiary up on his roof, who was possibly skiving off. Now there is David Clark finding that 20 km is within his neighbourhood. If he possibly had an animal there that needed care he should have played that at full blast as just taking the family to the beach seems an example of being in a beltway bubble, that separates the perceived hoi polloi from their masters.

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