No Minister


Following the move of The Rona into the hands of people who will never comply with any directive, rule, bylaw or actual Law as they are “Outlaws” in every way. Once the gangs who are central to the NZ Illegal Drug trade began delivering The Rona along with their special delights it was a lost cause to keep the genie in the bottle.

MIQ, places available on the fundamental basis of who they were rather than any assessment of need measured by any parameter other than being well connected, a tight control of information that could have enabled many to make sensible and reasoned decisions as best fitted the unique human ability to assess risk and act accordingly has led to a furthering of the welfare mentality that is slowly strangling NZ Inc.

Yesterday in the latest episode of saving granny and all others from the communications graduate she went feral in shedding the blame for the now truly out of control elimination strategy. Just as pushing floodwaters away from one’s home with a rake, whichever way up it is employed attempting to keep NZ free of the virus was stupid expensive and doomed to fail and today the ego maniac went to essential lengths to blame anyone but her incompetent self and her gross mismanagement of the Rona from Day one when preserving her moment in the sun marking the one year anniversary of Tarrants Rampage while ignoring the growing need to close down the borders and give an opportunity to assess what was accurately confronting the country as opposed to the political ramifications and possible advantages.

So we see dear leader under increasing pressures from an unravelling strategy thats main focus has been polishing a tiara and slow strangulation of many small businesses that besides underpinning employment actually generate tax income for the locusts ewho make a hive in the parliament, lashing out at people who in a natural response to a mandated response shared between the officials in the increasingly exposed MoH and a bunch of suddenly elevated to expert status who in previous times would have rightfully remained faceless and dwellers in their little shelters within academia.

Not I said the pig who had built her house of straw that was being destroyed by the Rona and certainly not St Ashly of the pestilence who had chosen sticks and twigs for his shelter and absolutely not the nice Mr English or his successors who had been cast into their house made of bricks, by a charlatan holding a visceral hatred for them with their cloak of economic stewardship. That left a naked Emperor standing at her odium of lies and obfuscation lashing out at itinerants who having had enough of the nonsense, just being humans and wanting a little bit of freedom they had erroneously yearned for from the good old days when sanity prevailed.

Written by Gravedodger

October 20, 2021 at 6:10 am

Posted in New Zealand

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  1. Excellent your piece today includes both 94 and 103 word sentences.
    Well above your 50+ word average. Mr Gunning would be impressed!
    As mentioned previously, I would really like to read your articles for information and entertainment but usually run out of breath by the second paragraph.
    Hopefully some readers will have enough stamina….

    Southpac cynic

    October 20, 2021 at 9:01 am

    • Sc – if you do not like the way one of our bloggers presents his posts – in true memory of David Frost I say to you:

      Go forth and multiply!!

      We do not need or want you on this blog.


      October 20, 2021 at 10:15 am

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