Last Sunday, under a clear blue sky, allegedly 5% of Wellington’s population mindlessly marched down Lambton Quay, chanting nonsense about racism. 95% found better things to do, hardly a difficult task. In Auckland 0.3% of the city’s population bowled bawling down Queen Street. Nine times as many went to Eden Park for the rugby.
Selecting Todd Muller as the Nats new leader was a historic occasion, being the first time in our political history in which, despite his 8 years in Parliament, a complete unknown filled the role.
I’m an avid newsreader but I guess it must be the ravages of age for somehow I missed the referendum or Act of Parliament or whatever which formally changed our country’s name.
Last year it was the war against global warming which brought out the imitative marchers. This year it’s been the war against the coronavirus. More recently our feeble-minded wets, in tedious copycat fashion we’re all so wearingly bored with, marched in a war against racism, marching against the virus not being something they had a foreign example to emulate.
The colourful history of National Business Review has finally ended after 50 years. It hung on a year longer that I predicted with sales at the end less than a tenth of its heyday, thus suffering the fate of all print media.