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.
If you think our central and local Government “safety” regs are over the top, trust me, they’re worse across the Tasman. Take this sign on an inner harbour Sydney beach.
Once again the issue of abortion had reared it’s ugly head in which the protagonist factions waste their time trotting out the same old arguments to deaf ears.
Every time it arises it gives me a small flush of pride for it was the cause of the nicest compliment I’ve ever received. Here’s what happened.
Back in the mid-1970s the issue arose and took a bitter tone to an extent never since matched.
A miracle cried the Australian and world media in unison with Scott Morrison at the shock Australian election result, a great comfort for commentators, (myself included), who were all calling a change of government. After all, how are we mere mortals expected to combat miracles? A miracle is something freakily unexplainable. For 3 years the polls consistently had Labour solidly in front of the Coalition, right up to voting day. So what went wrong?
Hats off to Wairarapa National MP Alastair Scott for having the courage, untypically in New Zealand, of telling it like it is.
When a local 26 year old primary school teacher Alex (presumably Alexandra) wrote to him protesting about teachers pay and working conditions, as is customary with young lightweight females these days, she took offence at his reply and ran to the media. For Scott had replied that although he supported increased wages for teachers they should find another job if unhappy.
