Written By:
Anthony R0bins - Date published:
8:37 am, January 31st, 2016 - 18 comments
Categories: economy, poverty -
Tags: brighter future, postcards
Part of an occasional series:
Sex-for-rent deals on rise for desperate tenants
Auckland has the fifth least-affordable houses in the world
Emergency housing inquiries double
New Zealand tumbles down the political corruption table
High-profile deals behind corruption slide – report
NZ tumbles in education ranking
Dairy continues to damage water quality
North Canterbury drinking water making people sick, residents say
Ratings agency downgrades NZ economy outlook
NZ Government books running $1.6 billion in the red as tax take disappoints
Social groups say families are struggling in poverty
Income inequality: How NZ is one of the worst in the world
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bummer – I thought this post was going to have some hope in it…
Didn’t you read until the end? The rich are getting richer! How’s that for hope!
Marty, maybe we need to steal back the brighter future from the corrupted ones.
Says it all. I grieve.
Explains why the regime needs riot police, doesn’t it.
sex for rent
things don’t change.
They used to call it survival sex in my days.
Dairy farms being snapped up by foreign investors at firsale prices.
Corporate welfare fails Charter schools fail.
Maybe there was a typo; it should have read, “Towards a RIGHTER future”.
No left turn so far (and we all know our sainted leader is never wrong)…
Towards a wronger future đ
And from today’s news, the fish are dying in Lake Tutira: http://www.nzherald.co.nz/hawkes-bay-today/news/article.cfm?c_id=1503462&objectid=11582290
Banks to get tougher on dairy farmers after milk price forecasts fall
http://i.stuff.co.nz/business/farming/76351137/Banks-to-get-tougher-on-dairy-farmers-after-milk-price-forecasts-fall
If it was the just out of school sons of the wealthy that were being extorted for sex I don’t think it would take long for the problem to be solved.
To paraphrase Winston
Never before in human history, have so few, owned so much, at the expense of so many.
Yep, they “Cooked the Books for a Shiter Future” alright as we knew Nats would
Anthony perhaps you would like us to record bits of progressive, positive thinking, forward moving stuff we hear? Just to balance the continual dire stuff that the pollies and the wealthy find so absorbing that they can’t notice the choking unhealthy fungus growing between the walls.
To make us all laugh. – I’m reminded of this song about supposed floral tributes which from a poor start develop into fungus, and worse – the sort of ones we are getting from the Gnats, with their own nasty twisted jester John Key.
Somebody’s Sending me Flowers by Sheldon Harnick
Somebody’s sending me flowers;
Oh, what a nice thing to do!
Every day brings another bouquet,
And I don’t know who to say “thank you” to.
Sometimes they’re thrown through the window,
Or down through the chimney they fall.
Sometimes at night when I turn out the light
They come through a crack in the wall.
Now that my house is a garden,
Bursting with blossoms and blooms,
I stand there for hours admiring my flowers,
And I’d like to sit down, but there just isn’t room.
Somebody’s sending me flowers,
More than I ever have had;
And it’s adorable stuff
But enough is enough;
And if I see another bouquet, I’ll go mad.
Flow’rs are the language of love, I’m told;
A language divine.
Each pretty little blossom has a message to unfold,
That’s all, except mine.
Now, if flowers are the language of affection,
Well, how can I interpret this collection?
He started by sending me bluebells;
Strangely enough, they were grey.
Each little bloom had a horrid perfume,
And besides being grey, they were papier mache.
There followed a large pot of fungus;
Then as an added surprise,
He sent me a plant that proceeded to pant
And later began catching flies.
Oh, the cactus corsage touched me deeply,
A beautiful plant in its prime,
And I felt much the same when the rock garden came,
One rock at a time.
Somebody madly adores me.
I don’t know who to suspect,
And I can’t afford to be madly adored;
Oh, I do wish he’d stop sending flow’rs collect!
(This would make anyone smile. Hope y’all like it. Hermione Gingold sang this apparently and later Blossom Dearie.)
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Anthony perhaps you would like us to record bits of progressive, positive thinking, forward moving stuff we hear?
Surely! It would be nice to add to this sparse collection:
http://thestandard.org.nz/tag/good-news/
Sparse! It’s bad enough to make one go bald. And appears there is nothing since 2013. Some revigorating medicine is required I think.
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