WHY POLITICS?

&

WHY ARE YOU A POLITICIAN?

tenorEasy answer:

You want acclaim and control. You lack principles, ethics, decency … dammit, you really should go into The Church—any religion will do*—and please stop seizing control of The Productive.

But you don’t. You are ambitious. You want your rewards now. So you go into politics.

Same deal—you sell the nonexistent to the undiscriminating.

It seems as (oops)

THE FACT IS

the world consists of just three basic types of people—

  • Producers,
  • Traders, and
  • Thieves.

Some folks produce stuff. At the basic level they produce the food we eat and are called farmers. An honourable title. Or manufacturers …

Some are traders, another honourable title. Trade is the lubricant that enables our human machine to function. Without traders we either starve or serve the third classification: Thieves.

Thieves are people who help themselves by force or guile to the product of other people’s efforts.

When they serve themselves openly we call them gangsters. When by stealth and cunning we call them politicians or priests.

WHEN THE POLITICIANS

openly seize control of ‘private’ property they invoke an odious clause which they sanctimoniously call

EMINENT DOMAIN

and that is that. End of story, no discussion; any attempt to retain the fruits of your own labours can result in you getting jostled by the state.

I’VE SAID IT BEFORE

and it shall stand until proven otherwise—

MIGHT MAKES RIGHT

—so far:  no takers.

“Well,” you may be asking yourself in bewilderment, “what the hell has gotten under the Old Dog’s fur this time?”

Simply this—

“… announced last week Government planned to merge New Zealand’s 16 polytechnics and institutions of technology into one entity, provisionally called the New Zealand Institute of Skills & Technology.

Under the proposal, the new body would manage capital and operational budgets, staffing, and learning management systems for all the institutions.”

Sourced: CLICK HERE 

—and in God’s Own Country, too.

My advice? Don’t fight The State, Kiwi—just guzzle your beer, smile and wave, and keep doing important things like practising them hakas—

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—and don’t ever think. Free country, no?

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* So long as it’s ‘official’ enough to qualify for those all essential ‘tax breaks’.

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AND WHO CAN BLAME

THEM?

Simple survival of the ignorantest? The fittest, or those with the moral turpitude to ‘mañana’ themselves to a morally smug self-destruction?

I’M NOT GOD

sadly. If I were I’d be waving my magic wand with mad abandonment … or: is what He is doing the divine equivalent of pulling the wings off flies?

God, apparently (~obviously!) is right into it (sorry, flies).

With no apologies to anyone’s sensitivities:

I think God is a colossal sadist*

Any takers?

Oh … yes … the item that made me have a quiet ponder this morning, from Spiegel—

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In the 1950s, Lagos was home to just 300,000 people. Today, around 20 million live here. And by 2050, that number is likely to double to 40 million. According to projections by the United Nations, Nigeria could have a population of 400 million people by then, which would make it the third most populous country in the world.

Lagos is a prime place to observe the effects of population growth in many developing and threshold countries. Unable to survive in the countryside do to the lack of work and shortages of food and water, people are flocking to the cities. And it isn’t difficult to guess that some of them will continue onward to a place where hunger isn’t a problem, where it is peaceful and where prosperity is at least a possibility. To Europe. In 2017, migrants from Nigeria represented the fourth-largest group of asylum-seekers in the European Union, after refuges from Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan. In 2018, they were in seventh place.

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* And I’ve never (R) NEVER been refuted. Or challenged. (Or even scored an indignant religious squawk … a bit disappointing, but there ya go—unarguable points, best leave ’em alone to die in silent solitude, alone and unnoticed.)

HUMAN NATURE

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At first the little yellowy bricks had me just a wee bit briefly puzzled.

And then:  SATORI~!

Don’t you just love those “Aha~!!!” moments?

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Momentarily stopped me in my tracks they did, and then it occurred why the Invercargill Council folks go for brick (roads) rather than conventional tarmac in the heart of town.

Don’t you just love it?

And soon they’ll be demolishing an entire city block—THE commercial heart of town, to put in their new all-singing all-dancing ULTRA Special … … White Elephant.

No consideration for the people who’d established businesses there in good faith: EXCELSIOR~! and damn the torpedoes*.

Possibly unrelated, the now mayor (who achieved fame in the Vietnam War era by leading a disruptive  anti-social movement of yobbos which called itself the Progressive Youth Movement) (and who wrote the book called “Bullshit and Jellybeans”) has just been knighted and is now Sir Timothy Shadbolt. Kudos to him, the man is a laughing clown (born showman) who milks his attributes for all they are worth—

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—came down from Auckland, eventually ended up in “Invers” and was elected on his hooted “I don’t care where, so long as I’m mayor!”

I just hope they think to keep the same roading in place and save a few bucks now and forever (‘cos they’re forever digging the blasted roads up) …

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* Which is easy enough for the captain on the bridge to bellow gloriously (with one eye on the camera) but tends to make the guys deep down in the hull with the lids clamped tight get a bit twitchy.

THERE WAS A TIME

ONCE

WHEN I BELIEVED

PC, notthat money should have value. You know, that old ‘be a mutually acceptable easily exchangeable ready-use store of value’ sort of thing. Real value, objective value. Enduring value.

It did/was, once, too … back when money meant gold and suchlike.

The world has moved on since then and money nowadays is either:

(a) very rarely seen, or

(b) never seen.

But don’t get me started—been there, done that—now quietly coasting to the finish line and hoping that ‘money’ doesn’t achieve its true worth in the years I have left. Brrrr.

THIS RANT

is triggered by this article—

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—from this morning’s New Zealand Herald (online).

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When money was money (was too, once. Several times …) you (meaning they) couldn’t fiddle about with it. Not too much.

An ounce of (say) gold was an ounce of gold, end of story: it was the same ounce in the US or Russia or Afghanistan or Mombasa or Antarctica … (and fortunes could be made by the astute exchanging their cheap junky trinkets for someone else’s cheap junky metal).

Voluntary exchange to mutual satisfaction? Aaaahhhh … free market*

BOOM BOOM

*  (Forgive me, Lords, for I have used a naughty four-letter word).

ECONOMY

FIRST UP, and

LET’S GET THIS QUITE CLEAR

—I never vote. Not in national elections, nor local, or any; and for one very good reason:

being that no matter who gets in I at least can always smugly say (to some disappointed self-righteous sucker):

(wait for it …)

“Hah! YOU voted for them. I didn’t!”

—and you have no idea how satisfying that is.

I see by your bewildered frown that you aren’t happy—probably wondering what the hell brought this on? What’s rattled ol’ Argie’s cage now?

THIS—

—is what rattled ol’ Argie’s cage. Watch and weep. See yourself in there? You may well conclude as did I (a long time ago) that it’s not people, or resources, or lack thereof, or merchants that destroy economies and bankrupt nations—

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—it’s politicians. Governments, free loaders; often with a bit of legitimisation from other parasites like your friendly local priesthood.

As for the vid above—it leads nicely into this one—

—at which point I shall sign off before you accuse me of being unrealistic. (But if we are going out on a note of ‘reality’ — what is your currency worth, hmmm?)

can o' worms

3 gerbils    active service

 

R U all

YAP?

Simple question, simple answer       finger down

Apply as required to any other vociferous idiot—

ANTHROPOGENIC GLOBAL WARMING

 

—other than moi, that is. (I’m a sensitive wee soul …)

SO

If your roof isn’t coloured white (or even better, a lovely reflective mirror-like finish such as polished silver) then you are not (r) NOT a genuine global warming nutter …

… you are a fraud. A vociferous con-artist, no less. For shame, Sir!

It’s an old saying:

(a)  put your money where your mouth is, and

(b)  actions speak louder than words

etc etc.

BUT FRET NOT

I haven’t verified any of this—

https://www.thenewamerican.com/tech/environment/item/28751-los-angeles-where-the-streets-are-paved-in-white

—I just pondered it, then thought I’d share with like minds … and ask how many of the LA city fathers have white roofs (at their own expense), hey?

I hate to think what might happen if the Invercargill Council got its grubby hands on these thoughts. Hell, they’ve just shut the Southland Museum because it’s “earthquake prone”.

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I still haven’t figured out what makes the Pyramid building more prone to earthquakes than any other part of its this town—but who can argue with the goat with the gun, hey?

 

 

Dodo

 

AGAIN I PONDER THE WISDOM

OF BELLOWING

TO THE WHOLE WORLD

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When in fact, all you really mean is that—

—there’s a slight “act of God” possibility that there may (as in might, perhaps, just, maybe, almost, could) be a happening.

I SAY AGAIN

that if someone is (say) ‘accident prone’ it means they’re always having accidents. No? Okay, then, often. And if one building in a city/town/village is ‘earthquake prone’ they all bloody well are.

Vulnerable to an earthquake is one thing, resistant to earthquakes is another, but ‘earthquake prone’ must apply to all the proximate buildings—that single word ‘prone’ screams loud and clear the warning:  STAY AWAY!

SO WHAT CAN WE MAKE OF THIS?

New laws passed after the Canterbury quakes have tightened the standards for commercial buildings.

The owner … is worried.

Her building is on the dreaded list drawn up by the Southland District Council of buildings in the town which could be earthquake-prone, and she is trying not to panic.

“To assume you have a value in a property and then to have it dissipate largely overnight …”

To read from source: CLICK HERE 

But this candour(?) is how we attract our tourists to our land of earthquakes, volcanoes, and such on the Pacific Ring Of Fire (and home to Lake Taupo—holder of possibly the world record for loudest POP when erupting.) ( Loudest ever, note—we don’t do ’em by halves, neither in our advertising for the tourist dollar nor in our natural phenomena.)

devil-29973__340 copyTO MR McHUGH

and the lady business owner, and anyone else concerned … you could do a lot worse than invest a few bucks in scoring a proppa edjication for the good folks who use whot onc e was The Queens inglish … they seam prone to misinterpretation at time’s … even if we do have the best scholaring sistems in the world univers.

Semper Vigilans