Anonymous said...
Here's a challenge to you, Keeping Stock, though odds are your cave into your own fear and delete this comment. John Key has been going all hurt over how difficult things have become for him as Prime Minister, and in response, real New Zealanders have had their say about his pathetic moaning. Hwere, Uturn says what you don't want to hear - the truth. Have you the guts to leave it up as a comment on your blog? Very probably not. You're happy to post violence and crime to titillate your readers and yourself, but real comment, about what's happening all across the country? We'll see.
Uturn 8
10 May 2012 at 8:41 am
Oh boo hoo, Key ol’ boy. At least you have food, transport, winter shoes and clothes and a warm house to come home to.
Your kids are doing fine and not riddled with avoidable diseases; you could afford for the doctor to make a house visit if they were sick and not have to take unpaid time off your job to wait in a waiting room for 4 hours and then wonder what is going to fall off the needs list to pay for any prescription medicine.
You aren’t under the constant panic of having your pittance income whipped away from you by a sneering case worker. You don’t see society as hostile when you walk the streets, or know it when you see a BMW or Merc drive by, or sometimes even just a guy in a suit with a tie. When your bus makes a change in certain areas you don’t have to keep your eyes down to avoid the unprovoked insults and dirty looks because you aren’t from round there.
Unless you want to fight, that is. And when you do, the police know you are in the wrong because the other guy looks richer.
You don’t have to live for the moment, John, you dream of Hawaii. If it all goes wrong, no problem, you can escape. You don’t wonder to yourself what the hell you are doing alive when there appears to be no point at all, but to be abused or exploited by someone; or have to struggle to contain the agression, hate and hopelessness it causes.
You don’t know what it’s like to have no more than $5 to your name most days and if you have a bank account, you don’t use cash because that last 85c you’ll use eftpos to access is your last meal for the week – maybe a scone from the supermarket, or a muffin if they’re on special. Tastes great, John, fuckin’ great.
And it just stretches on and on, into the future, because despite being told there are plenty of jobs, employers haven’t replied to one of your applications for over a year and the selection to choose from is dwindling and the same fishing expeditions from consultancies keep coming up.
If you had $1150 dollars spare, John, maybe you’d do a basic IT course – one that is not easiliy dismissed by smug employers – but would it neutralise social prejudice, John? Would paying for a job move a person closer to a chance of getting one or being allowed to keep one, John?
Maybe we just make bad choices, John. Afterall, we’re all exactly the same, same backgrounds, same talents, living in a well-meaning warm and friendly cherry-pip world. You don’t know what isolation does to a person, John. No, you don’t have any of the kind of the anxiety that you, most recently, think young women and other beneficiaries should be under constantly.
Fuck you, you pissant thief.
Yep, gonna be a long two years, or less, for you, John Key. Some of the people you despise have lived much worse for most, if not all, their lives. If I were you, I’d leave the country when you’re done. In fact why not go now? Spring will be starting in the Northern hemisphere.
No government is ever going to please every citizen, and history will judge a government on how it looks after its most vulnerable. But benefits aren't being cut, the minimum wage has increased every year of this government, and every working New Zealander got a cut in personal income tax in 2010.
