Bob Jones
The sound of lashing followed by piercing screams saw the Police crash into Stuff’s Wellington offices yesterday.
There they rescued a sub-editor, strapped to a post, being brutally flogged, the flogger being urged on by other staff members, all in gumboots and raincoats, such is the degree of wetness they emanate.
The subbie’s crime: he’d let slip those evil words New Zealand into print, instead of the Aotearoa invention.
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GOG: I knew you’d take her side. I just see them as Ronnie Corbett digressions to get a laugh. Tom: Did you tell her that? GOG: I did, but she has never heard of The Two Ronnies.
The machine cannot tolerate cogs that develop self-awareness. This is the very same machine that ran throughout the Covid years. Having built the technical infrastructure for the Great Barrington Declaration, I recognize the pattern of excommunication intimately.
Young ABC types are always ready to give the rest of us the full benefits of their ignorance and inexperience.
The superannuation industry is trillions of dollars of other people’s money.
Potentially, 50 years from now people may look back and marvel at how easily (and cheaply) China could wind up the Western liberals, and how they got away with it.
