Fidel Castro – A Brief Eulogy
I’m really not quite sure what to say about Fidel Castro’s death.
I’m really not quite sure what to say about Fidel Castro’s death.
I nearly fell out of my chair yesterday evening when Newshub opened an item with a declaration that the Prime Minister was finally talking about multinationals dodging their fair share of Kiwi tax.
In 1973, NZ PM Norman Kirk sent our frigate, the HMNZS Otago, to the French nuclear testing site of Mururoa Atoll. On board was the Kiwi Cabinet Minister Fraser Coleman. The stated – and, indeed, officially mandated – purpose of those two hundred and forty three men was to put themselves in the path of foreign military activity, on a ship, as a protest action.
This Presidential outcome is so singularly sui-generis in sadness and in suicidality that some radical actions are more called for now than they were previously
It’s been interesting watching the shift in discourse about Bernie Sanders from some of the local #ImWithHer crowd (and, presumably, those further afield/closer to the action).
On Friday, word reached us that the world’s foremost obstreperous atheist, Richard Dawkins, appears to be advocating we open our borders to the world’s “creative intellectuals” in a bid to make New Zealand a ‘new Athens’ for the ‘Trump era’.
So it finally happened. American Democracy, dependent upon your relative vantage point and biases, either ‘jumped the shark’, or reached its apotheosis. Possibly both at once.
[Author’s Note: This piece originally appeared as the sixteenth installment of my Sex, Drugs & Electoral Rolls column for Craccum…
Every so often, somebody or something comes along which puts a bit of their weight upon our psephological scales, and…
So now that the dust’s started to settle and the excitement’s mostly over (barring one or two personages who’ll be sitting on tenterhooks awaiting the results of special voting), the attention of the Commentariat has sensibly turned to picking over the weekend’s local body electoral result.