The Daily Blog Open Mic – 11th December 2023

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


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

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    • Further, from the article above.
      Another island in the Far North, Motukawaiti, sold last year after being taken over by squatters.
      The New Zealand Herald reported the $22m price tag was dropped and the island was now owned by an unnamed New Zealand family, “dashing the hopes of some in Ngati Kura who had hoped the Crown would buy and landbank the island with which it shares 900 years of history”.

      The Herald report said the sale followed the island’s abandonment by its Chinese owner years ago, after which it became a getaway for local youths who took over a sprawling mansion intended to be the centrepiece of a Northland resort.

      Why aren’t these being land banked for Maori? Soon the easiest way to choose unreal estate in NZ/AO wil be to look at a list of places that aren’t foreign owned. Notice that a previous owner had a bright idea which did not carry through. We have had this happen in the Nelson area, the thing hasn’t worked out, the people have left and the locals who have carried out the work are largely or totally unpaid. We are just playthings for these smart arse b….ds. Got another one here recently, cock of the walk. Look him up and keep an eye out for his doings as an example of the way we are going in what was our place, where egalitarian has changed to getting to know your place (in the lowerarchy).

    I notice – the obsession for biking and mountain biking is from a majority of blokes, and that blokes are behind pushing through the rights to build new cycleways and to break down vegetation in doing so. With the rain dumps from climate change this is anti-environment activity which takes mud from land to rivers and sea, bad for the health of our waterways and countryside. So is it just a bunch of townies pushing to have their own way?

    Meanwhile the boring, unexciting, non-competitive activity of having babies, a special human activity and a serious one, hardly rates for expenditure available to serve the needs and health of young parents! Birthing units, small hospital clinics, are becoming as rare in some places as little blue penguins’ boxes. Save the humans – Greenpeace may like to take this up.

  2. I wonder if Labour will ever get down on its knees to us and beg forgiveness, having found once again what labour really is about?

    Will they sing to us Don’t Cry for us Aotearoa! (Argentina)
    It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
    When I try to explain how I feel
    That I still need your love after all that I’ve done
    You won’t believe me, all you will see is a girl you once knew
    Although she’s dressed up to the nines
    At sixes and sevens with you

    I had to let it happen, I had to change
    Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel
    Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun

    So I chose freedom, running around trying everything new
    But nothing impressed me at all
    I never expected it to
    Don’t cry for me, Argentina
    The truth is, I never left you
    All through my wild days, my mad existence
    I kept my promise
    Don’t keep your distance

    And as for fortune, and as for fame
    I never invited them in
    Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
    They are illusions, they’re not the solutions they promised to be
    The answer was here all the time
    I love you, and hope you love me

    Don’t cry for me, Argentina
    Songwriters: Tim Rice / Andrew Lloyd Webber

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