John Key quits as NZ PM. One down, far too many to go. National's ratings are starting to slide into the toilet as even the most stupid and insulated of those able to respond to polling questions start to get a whiff of a few a home truths (smells like black mould and half a can of cold baked beans). It’s great that this defective unit has finally taken himself out back, even if only to avoid the tewibble anal discomfort of election defeat and I would be spraying hookers with celebratory Cristal somewhere if we weren’t faced with the prospect of this as his replacement: |

Key was a dead-eyed human vacuum who didn't believe in anything but Bill believes in plenty. He's a right-wing shitkicker and recipient of the infamous $900 a week subsidy to reside luxuriously in his own fucking million dollar home (until pinched) because it's not theft when a rich person does it while food and housing insecurity burgeoned around him like MRSA. A fundie catholic in an irreligious country who votes anti-choice, anti-gay, anti-women and anti-assisted death every fucking time but considers his religious beliefs ‘separate from politics’. With bonus stunningly callous wife who, as a practicing GP, seems to spend most of her free time swinging from hearing to committee trying to roll back access to abortion in a society as overwhelming pro-choice as NZ; you’d think after six fucking brats/ blessings/whatever of her own she’d be a bit more empathetic. Must be all those massive democratic credentials and mountainous personal integrity that obscures my view of his charms.
So while we’ve managed to shake off one shabby neoliberal scrub we’re in for another greasy serving of the same from the current batch of highly select and entirely meritorious National candidates, which is why the last ten years especially have felt like being held under in someone else's bathwater.
To everyone out there who treats their vote like a fucking Lotto ticket and thinks putting these fuckwits in charge nets them another personal roll of the fortune wheel at everyone else's expense: yeah, cheers for that. Your legacy- rivers too toxic to wade in, cities too costly to live in, overpriced food in a primary producer nation, lethal power bills, shit jobs for your kids and a cow farmer junta. Hope it's been worth it.
On a more positive note, at least the Standing Rock protest shook the dipshits in the Engineering Corps out of their moral coma. Huge credit and thanks to the First Nation groups and everyone who stood alongside them and claps to all the veterans who probably broke some serious social rank to offer such meaningful support. Is this a turning point in peoples' understanding of just how far over the line we've wandered? |
Much (some) excite.
The The, fellow old bitches. Remember all that stuff?
Student parties. Blue Velvet. Hash spots. Dirty sex with eye contact. No phones.