It was a hard one yesterday; my daily dilemma.
I didn’t know who to feel sorrier for, the prime minister of Australia or his New Zealand counterpart.
Mr Morrison, in the wake of yet-another UN special rapporteur’s profound injunctions, will need to find teachers fluent in all 150-plus Australian indigenous tongues that the littlies may have both opportunity and experience in learning lest he is accused of breaching the youngsters’ human rights and probably of being a racist. Crikey, that’s not going to be easy:
On the other hand, you’ve got to feel sorry for the Jacinda Ardern whose big Hug-Fest this weekend will be drowned out, literally and figuratively, in the former way by weather and in the latter by Wu-flu nu’s.
She won’t get nearly the international media interest she planned on, except perhaps if the decision to move the event indoors (cramming the Horncastle Arena and ensuring that if just one single person is unknowingly incubating Covid-19 it will have maximum opportunity to multiply hosts, combined with her imploring people to ride-share or use public transport in getting there), ends in an outbreak of the virus in Canterbury.
Possible dark days ahead for woman-PM Jacinda Ardern and man-PM Scott Morrison alike. I certainly don’t envy them. But: good luck to both.
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