Postcards from the brighter future

Written By: - Date published: 8:37 am, January 31st, 2016 - 18 comments
Categories: economy, poverty - Tags: ,

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

STEEP RISE IN CHILD POVERTY

Income inequality: How NZ is one of the worst in the world

But it’s all good, fellow consumers! All is well, because…

The rich are getting richer

18 comments on “Postcards from the brighter future ”

  1. bummer – I thought this post was going to have some hope in it…

  2. Heather Grimwood 2

    Says it all. I grieve.

  3. cogito 3

    Explains why the regime needs riot police, doesn’t it.

  4. sabine 4

    sex for rent

    things don’t change.

    They used to call it survival sex in my days.

  5. Tricledrown 5

    Dairy farms being snapped up by foreign investors at firsale prices.
    Corporate welfare fails Charter schools fail.

  6. red-blooded 6

    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)…

  7. maui 9

    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.

  8. adam 10

    To paraphrase Winston

    Never before in human history, have so few, owned so much, at the expense of so many.

  9. Whatever Next? 11

    Yep, they “Cooked the Books for a Shiter Future” alright as we knew Nats would

  10. greywarshark 12

    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.)
    edited

  11. greywarshark 13

    Sparse! It’s bad enough to make one go bald. And appears there is nothing since 2013. Some revigorating medicine is required I think.

  12. linda27 14

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