I wrote last week describing my relief at getting out from under a goddamn virus. Sure enough I was tempting fate.
I am now getting out from under a goddamn chest infection. Today, day five of the antibiotics, is for sure the the best day yet.
Amazing what a few pills can do for you. Pity we can’t have such a solution for everything.
I wrote last week describing my relief to see TVNZ using a wall to help get us out from under the bullshit that might be misrepresenting the Actual State of Things.
But you’d need a lot of Actual State of Things wall data to keep up with the misrepresentations of Mr Luxon.
He and his billboard bumpersticker party are preying all day long on the gaps in people’s familiarity with the Actual State of Things.
Let’s take, say, Labour’s Transport cap policy, which is just about the best bloody thing in their whole manifesto because it not only helps out the people who need it most with the the cost of living, but it also encourages people out of car-dependence and into other better modes of transport.
The pat response from the Prime Minister because this policy is, to some degree open-ended, has been: Where is the money coming from? Over and over he goes, Where’s the money coming from?
And it turns out this noisy seagull squawk was very much resonating in the debate audience of 100 undecided voters. Each time he squawked Where's the money coming from, votes moved his way.
Sure, anyone who is familiar with the idea of committing yourself to an expense when you don't know how you're gonna pay for it may reasonably imagine they're hearing a valid objection.
Except, this question is very much a matter of proportion. If your annual income is say 100,000 a year and you commit to something that will cost you an extra 100,000 a year, that's a big deal. But if you commit to something that's more in the order of twenty cents a week but might end up being as much as a dollar, do you feel quite so worried?
