Lying mid-point between a 1600 kilometers long nation, Wellington is the obvious location for New Zealand’s capital.
Numerous economic benefits accrue from that status, notably having the highest average incomes. But it’s not all roses.
The biggest nuisance is being the constant destination for protests from across the nation. The routine is for protesters, for a rich multitude of causes, to first gather on Parliament steps, cheer their leaders’ predictable speeches, then present a petition to the poor sucker MP who’s drawn the short straw to accept it and who will effectively then bin it, once the protestors depart.
It’s at this stage where the protesters nowadays have become a nuisance.
That’s because prior to the lockdown, having completed their pointless Parliament steps speechifying, the protesters, always about midday, would then try to march down Lambton Quay but be quickly rendered ineffective as they were dissolved into the milling lunch-time crowds.
But now, on the days I pop into the office to deal with my correspondence, at least weekly, despite being 12 stories up in one of my Lambton Quay towers, the peace is disturbed by a protest march’s bellowing from below. I look out and note the pedestrians, to which all of this is wearingly familiar, paying them absolutely no attention whatsoever.
The government has now ordered the public servants back to work from January, putting an end to the pretend-to-be-working-from-home scam. That will be a blessing for the CBD inhabitants as once again it will end the insufferable bellowing from protest groups as they become scattered and broken up by the lunch-time crowds.
Today, we’re about to be inflicted by several thousand bullshit protesters who are doing it for totally bogus reasons. Their complaint is at the presentation to Parliament of ACT’s innocuous racial equality bill. Yet they’re fully aware that regardless of its merits or shortcomings, it will not be enacted, given National has said it won’t back it. But still they come, pointlessly inflicting themselves on an unwilling host.
Estimated at 10,000 in number, they represent precisely 0.020 per cent of our nation’s population.
People who join such mass protests are simply weak-minded fashion followers. A meaningful protest is one set out in a written argument.
The big winner from the publicity accorded this rubbish is the ACT party as I have no doubt the vast majority of people subscribe to racial equality in our laws.
Māori dominate all of our negative statistics, be it crime, welfare dependency, health, unemployment, child abuse, low incomes and so on, all take note, TOTALLY SELF-INFLICTED. And all of those negatives carry a considerable financial cost to the rest of society.
Notwithstanding the efforts of the previous and indisputably worst government in our history to promote the ludicrous cult of Māori-wonderfulness, be sure the average Kiwi sees that as an absurdity, flying as it did in the face of the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Māori will continue to fall behind the rest of the nation until hopefully the day arises when they finally wake to the reality that having a mindset in the past will simply keep them there.
The Māori Party, led as it is by a cowboy hat-wearing, face-tattooed world class buffoon, would be more accurately described as the Māori Failure Party, for that is what he and his unpleasant co-leader are effectively promoting.
I’ll cheer him on should he take this nonsense to its logical next step, namely the pre-European Māori practice of cannibalism.
He’s an appalling role-model for Māori kids. Far better they note truly great Māori achievers, such as Kiri Te Kanawa, for example, and in particular the key factor in her success, namely her personal and not collective effort.
This article was originally published by No Punches Pulled.
