I think it really says something about our total terror of ageing & being old in a selfie narcissist youth worshipping culture that we get a social media tsunami of genuinely frightened FaceApp portraits grieving at their own self demise.
This constant cacophony of base racism defended with a ludicrous sophistry to try and justify and excuse the base racism is an audacity and affront to anyone with basic reading skills.
Want milk powder with that repression?
We know the Independent Police Conduct Authority is a toothless lap dog to Police, the only thing the Police fear is public scrutiny, so when you see the Police roll heavy, you always get your phone out and record their actions.
Dear folks, we don’t have the fucking luxury to be depressed, the enormity of what we face collectively must forge a new reality. As we celebrate the 50th anniversary of a moon landing that showed how far we can technologically leap, as we commemorate the 80th year of the start of World War 2 and the defeat of fascism, as we plot how far we have come as a species we can not allow depression to rob us of the energy to generate survival from a crisis created by our own greed and pollution.
Jacinda Ardern was in TVNZ breakfast this morning suggesting that a parade would be too much, I think she is deeply wrong. We should give this team a parade, they might not have arrived with the cup, but they are still winners who did us proud.
On Friday morning breakfast TV, Judith Collins bristled at suggestions that there was institutionalised racism inside Oranga Tamariki by simply stating, “just stop beating up kids, and you won’t need Oranga Tamariki”.
In 2016 the National Party weaponised CYFs uplift powers & created the Ministry for Vulnerable Children (later brown washed to Oranga Tamariki) so why the Christ will the PM and her Minister die in a ditch for draconian neoliberal big data social policy that isn’t even theirs?
Isn’t it unacceptable that the Prime Minister and Minister in charge have yet to see that video? How can they answer honestly when they haven’t seen first hand the duplicity, manipulation, out right lies of their own Government agents and the brutal math used to simply wear the mother down in the hope she collapses with exhaustion.
We refuse to ask the why of suicide because we are too frightened to know the answer is a reflection of the shallow and lonely community we have become. Instead we reel off a list of phone numbers whenever we dare mention suicide as if that means a fucking thing.