With security issues highly newsworthy in New Zealand in wake of the atrocity last March, domestic terrorism a hot-button subject and the anniversary of the despicable act looming you could be forgiven for thinking that the launch of a New Zealand based journal featuring the writings of experts in their
Apparently the last sighted, the thirty-first, Womble was from New Zealand: named Uncle Dunedin. Unknown even to close followers of the hugely popular time-lapse animation series, Uncle Dunedin has a close relative further north called Cousin Wigram. Here she is, spotted in the wild, buttoning up: something she has become
Behold; the [redacted] speaks. ‘But, what podium would give [redacted] a voice?’ Do you have to ask? Really? Yesterday’s contribution to the ‘climate debate’ the people at Stuff are not having was delivered by avowed ecommunist Lynley Tulloch, a philosophical gnat from the world-famous intellectual-vacuum known as Waikato Uni,
A Facebook glitch which allowed visitors to view the edit history of user’s posts has been rapidly fixed, but not before tech-hounds managed to exploit and explore several high-profile user pages, including Miss Thunberg. So, while almost everybody already strongly suspected she was just a mouthpiece; at least now
Desperate for an ‘alt-right’ white-supremacist story, especially of the home-grown variety, ever-ready Stuff has no shortage of bunnies eager to burrow one where none existed before. Bunnies have poor eyesight and perhaps that’s why latitude should be granted their execrable piece from Sunday 12 Jan. “White supremacists, Satanists, and
Stuff that shouty people don’t want you to see or hear: And more: And more: But, yeah. ‘Cos climate change. If you enjoyed this BFD article please consider sharing it with your friends.
Crikey. Strewth. Well, tie me kangaroo down, Sport. Who would’a thunk that: prescriptive and controlled bush burn-offs are good for the environment and can save property too. But there’s a catch, it’s only a good idea for indigenous people – ‘cos culture. In fact, Australia has been practising
Under the austere leadership of the Church of Scotland, and a purely literal reading of the Bible, Christmas was ‘banned’ and remained so for hundreds of years in the presbyteries of the Northern British Isles, only officially rejoining the collective sanctioned celebrations in the mid-Twentieth Century. Blaming the once-supreme Catholic
The (normally) top-secret Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court is very angry, and demanding answers about the FBI telling them FIB’s. What very unfortunate timing: the Russian Hoax finally being exposed for the complete and criminal farce it was just 24 hours before the Impeachment farce, based on the Ukraine Hoax
The folks at Stuff are all tingley-legged over a ‘Fox News’ poll showing ‘record’ support for Donald Trump’s impeachment and removal from office. Since modern reporters can’t afford time away from their precious Twitbook screens for actual analysis it’s left to mere commoners to do the work
Crikey. She’s been a busy ol’ week leading up to Christmas, so little time to catch up, let alone keep up, with news here, there and everywhere, and then so much of it bad. The White Island accident reminds us how temporary happiness can be, may God bless those
Information Satire *With apologies to the creators of Casino Royale* Hello. Mr. White? We need to talk. Who is this? The name’s Slackjaw. John Slackjaw. Race-baiter with Knot News in New Zealand. Who? I’m calling to insult you. Why? Because you’re White, and male, don’t deny
Crikey. Stone the crows. Have you ever heard such bloody nonsense? Yesterday’s editorial in Pravda The Sunday Star Times was a real doozy in the art of uninformed twaddle-peddling; yes, it was that bad. Editor and ‘senior’ political writer Tracy Watkins, ostensibly supporting our governing cluster-clot’s new ban
A failing major media company, who today disgusts me so, that I refuse to mention their name, has been running a series of columns advocating ‘quality journalism’ and the benefits thereof to societal good. It seems to be some form of propaganda, a softening-up, to place themselves front-of-queue in the
Crikey; she’s a one-horse race to the bottom, I tell ya’. Nobody’s even close. The latest ABC audits have been released and the Stuff Dompost stable of wholemeal, gluten-free, oat-eating nags and whisperer’s are churning out doom-porn and lefto-piffle in quantities so vast more and more people
Clown ‘economist’ Shamubeel Eaqub rides again, tilting at baby-boomer windmills, convinced of the damage they have done the economy. Unfortunately, Eaqub hasn’t a sidekick like Quixote’s faithful Sancho Panza to inform him of his folly so Shamubeel rides on, seated backwards in the saddle, and with no grasp
