Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Rules for the Pretty

I never thought Chapelle Corby should have gone to prison. She's way too pretty to have gone to prison. Pretty people should not go to prison. There should be different rules for pretty people.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Good on you Rodney Hide

Good on Rodney Hide for standing up for his principles.


It is so foreign to the mainstream media to consider any politician would do such a thing that, in order to beat it up as much as possible, they have to accuse Hide of “blackmailing” the Government, “holding the Government to ransom” and to quote the interim Labour party leader Phil cry-baby Goff saying it will “de-stabilise” the Government.

Of course, Goff would consider a politician standing up for a principle as de-stabilising, so infrequently is it ever done. If Labour had let its members stand up for their principles rather than being pressured to toe the party line – anti-smacking, for example – their government would have been de-stabilised long before they got dumped.

Good on Rodney Hide.

And here’s where the MSM comes across as so pathetic. Hide has not “threatened” the government. With all due respect, Hide doesn't have such power. National does not need Rodney Hide. Rodney Hide does not have that much sway over the National Party. And as such, he has nothing to “threaten” them with. He knows that, and any casual observer knows it. So the MSM journalists should know it. There is nothing in this for Rodney Hide, except being able to hold his head up high and say he stood up for what he believed was right.

Of course, he’s a politician, so I won’t be holding my breath on him following through. I hope he does. I don’t really have a lot of respect for any of them, but if he follows through, I will certainly give him his due respect.

Unfortunately, I think John Key will side with Hide, not because of Hide’s current position, but because it’s the right thing to do. We cannot allow special interest groups to hijack the tenuous democratic process we have in this country. Unfortunately then, the MSM and the whinging Labour Party do-nothings will hoe into the decision, play the race card, and try to score as many political points from it as they can to help their plummeting popularity (can it go any lower?). Hide’s integrity will be overshadowed.

Never thought I’d say something like that about a politician.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Corruption

The thing that surprises me most about the Phillip Field fiasco is the expressions of shock and horror from PF's fellow politicians and (predictably) the media in this country.

While it may be true that PF is the first MP to be convicted of corruption, do the politicians, the media, or any other New Zealanders with more than a few brain cells think for one second that he is the only MP to ever be guilty of corruption?

Monday, August 03, 2009

The Unremitting Intensity of the Irritation

I have heard it said (by a conservative Christian nonetheless) that the human body is the apex of God’s creation. I’ve heard it described as a miracle of human evolution. More recently I’ve decided the human body is the most pathetic, impractical, infuriatingly sissified weak organism in the Universe.

There are countless examples. Who has not wished they had another pair of hands? Or even one more hand. Those of a feminine structure could, no doubt, easily think up a better mechanism for bringing children into the world (I’m talking about the “birth” part, not necessarily the “procreation” part, though I have some serious questions about that, too!). Relative to our size we are one of the slowest animals. We can’t climb trees very well and for every disease we eradicate it seems another five are immediately born to replace it. We’re living longer only to be brought down by a catalogue of ailments that specifically target the aged human carcass.

Let’s face it. We’re pussies. In the grand scheme of things, the human animal – whether evolved or created – is pathetic.

For all our “knowledge”, our “advances”, our “innovation”, for all the advantages morality, speech, intuition, and sentience supposedly afford us, we’re pretty useless. Like the Martians who were brought down by the smallest of (known then) living things, bacteria, who hasn’t been totally and utterly debilitated by something incredibly small and irrelevant. Who’s had a splinter that’s turned infected? Did you try to do normal things like type, wash dishes or pick your nose with the infected finger? Who’s cut their finger and felt like you’re bleeding to death? Who’s had a cold, or in these flu-packed days had even the regular non-bird, non-swine, non-hedgehog flu?

My present humbleness is undoubtedly caused by something equally inconsequential. Well, inconsequential until the little mongrel showed up in my space. I don’t know what it is, but I guarantee it’s small (either pollen, a virus, or some bacteria) and IT’S. DRIVING. ME. NUTS!


Truly. At the risk of being dramatic, and trivialising the real problems humans encounter, for a short time there I really felt like I was going nuts. The whole upper half of my face felt like it was on fire, and it was like there was one completely elusive grit of sand (another small entity that can cause all kinds of trouble) hiding somewhere under my eyelid. And did I say it was DRIVING. ME. NUTS!?

I’m serious. It was relentless and I felt like smashing my head through a pane of glass just to relieve the persistent hostility of whatever was crawling around in my eye. There was nothing rational that could be done to relieve the unremitting intensity of the irritation, so I really felt the need to do something irrational, something dramatic.

Luckily, the grit of sand must have fallen out – or something. Suddenly, it wasn’t so bad.

Which may be cause for even more frustration. WHY? Why drive me to the point of smashing something, like my head, then just up and leave? Gone. What’s that about?

Of course, the whole ordeal wasn’t over. There’s still the weeping and the blurred vision. So I’m off to the doc tomorrow. Of course, even with the wonders of modern medicine – yeah right – I’m sure I won’t be feeling much better by this time tomorrow.