If on occasion you feel the whole world is against you, you are mistaken. There are still a half dozen small nations that remain neutral. I wanted to wait until the highway was open before submitting this, so there could be an end to it. I wonder will there ever
How do you make God laugh? Make a plan. I had vague plans for the week ahead when on a Sunday afternoon the wind picked up and a steady rain began to fall yet again, in what has been the wettest summer I have known since coming to reside in
Worzel profworzel@gmail.com The fourth industrial revolution forges ahead and the medical industrial complex in cahoots with technocrat oligarchs are forwarding their plans for world domination. Dazed and confused people grope fruitlessly for a rock of certainty in a fast flowing river of change. The quest for world domination
I have lost count of the times when after a complete screw-up of some form or another the words ‘Well we learn from our mistakes’ have been spoken. I was sceptical then, and am more so now. If we learn anything from our mistakes it is merely how to make
The name-calling began almost as soon as it became public that I had been nominated and accepted as a candidate for Council in the Otamatea ward of Kaipara’s local body elections. I was included in a ‘hit piece’ that principally maligned mayoral candidate Victoria de la Varis Woodcock on
Warning Satire Prior to the French revolution the leaders of that nation were told, “The peasants have no bread.” The aristocratic Marie Antoinette replied, “Let them eat cake,” or so the story goes. It would appear that as we head into a time reminiscent of those pre-revolution days, our own
Information Opinion I usually prefer to approach certain subjects using metaphor and allegory, but time is short and general comprehension regards the end game of those currently waging war upon humanity as being low. So in an effort to explain, dry as it may be, I will state the obvious
“What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come
Information Opinion This article is about totalitarian creep used as an adjective. Undoubtedly Jacinda Ardern and Andrew Little are the latest in a long line of totalitarian creeps but as they are both proper nouns (or perhaps improper nouns) they will not be specifically dealt with here. A disclaimer regarding
Why would globalists all over the world promise to ‘Build Back Better’ unless the plan was to destroy what we already have? The astute observer will see that, as usual, liars with power will promise the opposite of what is really intended. At present those generously paid to manage what
Due to the value I place on my mental health, I limit my exposure to mainstream and social media. These information channels have altered the role media plays in society. Where once factual information and news predominated, there is now mostly propaganda and gossip. As has been the case since
Worzel One of the good things about getting old, and there are many, is that history is no longer a subject in a book written by dead people. I am now old enough to have seen history in real-time and it is written in the book of my mind and
Worzel As a young teen, I drank a few glasses of what turned out to be a knockout punch. It pays to make sure you know what you’re putting into your body before you do so. It was clear from the start of what is known as ‘The Covid
Chris Sellars One of the many aims I have in writing is to document and preserve New Zealand colloquial idioms like ‘she’ll be right’, ‘Bob’s your uncle’ and the slightly pejorative. “What are ya?’ I do this because language, like all culture changes and some things can be
Chris Sellars There is an insane asylum where the gardens are pleasant and the facilities more or less adequate but both inmates and staff are for the most part barking mad. We call this institution the world. It was called a night club but it had nothing in common with
Chris Sellars Once upon a time in the back of beyond past the never-never land just this side of the black stump, there was a meagre village where dwelt a few hardy souls. The land could support no more. The soil was rich, the farmers industrious, but water was always
