This morning we were supposed to be in Mediation with James Delmont, the boss of Dollar Dealers – the Auckland pawn shop chain. But he’s a no-show. Apparently, he’s made other plans.
What the hell is going on, when a businesswoman from the Mid-Western United States is willing to wipe out her entire family rather than face the prospect of living under a Democratic President?
The deregulation architects, benefactors and Free Market Death Cult Capitalists are for the first time in their lives, terrified of losing their privileged wealth and political influence.
It is not going to be enough to make Matariki a public holiday, this pandemic has exposed the inequality that has gnawed away at the soul of this country and radical solutions are required.
Including religion will be challenging enough and the woke list of what triggers them will be fucking endless, this isn’t going to end well.
This morning I woke truly refreshed brothers and sisters.
I dreamed in colour in for the first time in 4 years.
Personal trauma, pain and horror had left my limbs.
I finally knew who I was going to vote for.
The beautiful Greens.
The exchanges were dull, trite, soundbite-driven and truncated by the format. Between regular ad breaks and John Campbell’s interruptions, the contenders were given ridiculously short timespans to enunciate their policy proposals and vision for New Zealand
I’ll be honest, it was a long day yesterday so I only watched the first 10 minutes of the Leader’s debate last night.
1: My first thought was “What has happened to Judith Collins’s face?”
Farmers are like university students – they’re never happy.