In a world gone mad with political correctness and contrived offence-taking, this site is dedicated to fighting back.
Let’s rejoice in our diversity, poke fun at it when appropriate and mock those sad souls who seek regimentation for everyone to align with their views. Most of all, let’s laugh at life in all of its continuing craziness.
Former Christchurch Cathedral Dean John Bluck, that is until God, probably fed up with Bluck’s sermonising, smashed it with an earthquake, nevertheless that hasn’t stopped the cleric pontificating, only without his ballgown and instead with the pen.
The catastrophic stuff-up re work visas has seen the media concentrate on the likes of fruit pickers, an activity our layabouts sponging off their fellow citizens are not prepared to sully themselves with, moreso given the ready availability of taxpayer money for their indolence.
The ridiculous Sam Uffindell media beat-up over the MP’s youthful indiscretions saw Deputy Prime Minister Grant Robertson say the issue date of the report was “pretty” disrespectful and “pretty cynical timing.” That got me thinking about this speech oddity of saying “pretty” for “very.” We all do it and believe it or not, have for centuries. For example, recently re-reading the Diaries of Samuel Pepys written 400 years ago, I noticed Pepys used it frequently as an ‘adjective.’ The OED acknowledges “pretty” being used as an adjective going back 2,000 years.
