The BFD Comment of the Week

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Today’s comment was written by David Theobald Thank you David Theobald for taking the time to craft such an interesting comment.

I am coming to a place where I, at last, think that the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train. Comedy is like politics (literally, unfortunately, in NZ) where timing is everything. The antics of two electorate MPs (and not those ghastly list type people), one from the blue team and one from the red, just have to be temporally related – they just have to be.

From what we have been led to believe, the blue chap was a total scrote at school and continued his unpleasant demeanour at university. I was picked on (I don’t think it was called bullying then) at school courtesy of my diminutive stature and ability to do the 1st XVs captain’s maths homework for him on pain of being given heaps of detention if I didn’t. Was I bitter and twisted about it then and has it left me scarred for life seeking hell and damnation for Raymond Richmond? No and no and I’m sure Ray went on to be a pillar of adult society (I don’t know this – he might be in prison – doubt it).

I didn’t like school much but it led to university which I absolutely loved. Our blue scrote went to university which, it would appear, he absolutely loved. Living in a filthy flat in North Dunedin, drinking too much and behaving like a lout was, according to my daughter who was at Otago at about the same time, pretty much par for the course. Just get on with it. As she did – lived in a sanitary flat and got a good degree – which was why she went there in the first place. All the ‘laddish’ stuff going on around her was just batted away.

In London, in 1970 we drank too much, lived in not dirty accommodation and nicked street furniture. I went on to have what I like to think was a fairly respectable working career, as did our blue chap. The red fellow I had never heard of before Thursday afternoon and it would appear I am not alone. His first foray into the limelight was, as it turns out, just a warm-up for last night. It looks as if Dr Red is a man of principle who has been serially obstructed for a long time in pursuit of what he thinks he went to parliament for – representing the electorate of a bit of Hamilton.

He appears (to me) to be largely credible, has named names and backed up his story with copious notes.

The coverage of Mr Blue and Dr Red in the MSM couldn’t have been more different, could it? We have had, what is it, four days, of endless pile-ons aimed at Mr Blue. Both his accusers are anonymous (still) and we have even had (historical) pictures of a dirty flat. Notwithstanding that the tactics of Mr Blue’s corner have been woeful, Blue has been found guilty in the Star Chamber of the MSM.

Now Dr Red. During yesterday there was some rapid backside covering from all and sundry including from our Glorious Leader. When she said sometime during the day that ‘All this has to do with staffing matters and is being dealt with’ (not a quote) I thought to myself that this was a bit odd, she knows what is going on and it ain’t nice. Only a few hours to wait and we get the statement from Dr Red as posted here on Backchat last night.

Why is all this giving me hope? I don’t think the diversionary tactic of anonymous historical mudslinging aimed at Mr Blue is going to be enough to negate the fallout of where the Dr Red stuff appears to be going. The Red story is still in its infancy but I really hope it is played out to its potential – and that potential is huge. Then the privations of the last two (five?) years can be seen against a backdrop that is not the MSM rainbows and unicorns but that of reality. Inhumane lockdowns, depriving NZ citizens access to their country of birth, vaccine mandates with a not safe and barely effective jab (some still in place), internal border checkpoints, useless mask rules (some still in place), a wrecked labour market, an economy on the ropes, cost of living through the roof, excess all-cause mortality many per cent higher than a five-year average. And so on.

All this will hopefully be viewed through a lens of honesty and the reality of a regime that is truly the worst and most malevolent I have lived through during my three score years and ten – in any of the three countries I have resided in. Fingers crossed.