Seperated from all the angst, overt racism and ugliness of February the 6th and a truly remarkable step to nationhood for the former adjunct to New South Wales.

September the 26th 1907 The UK Government in Westminster finally ended the colonial status for the Southern Pacific Archipelago and awarded “Dominion Status to its former Colony.

By this date the Winter weather finally gives way to a real spring feeling and a time of growth and hope descends upon these fair Isles.

For this octogenarian who notes little beyond a feeling of “here we go again” as ungrateful hoards many on the welfare teat, with no urge to assist in any meaningful way to build this blessed nation, only reveling in a desire to recreate the warrior, cannibalistic, godless parts of their diminishing native past, descend on Waitangi with the nauseating and often increasing racial violence that accompanies the anniversary of the first signing of the pacification document to bring an end to inter tribal slaughter and enslavement that threatened the Natives who had arrived a few decades earlier than sealers whalers and intrepid sailors such as Tasman and Cook.

Let the bulk of New Zealand Citizens who are grateful to be living in potentially the best by far place of habitation of the world, come together in a celebration similar to that greatest of days for The United States of America, Thanksgiving Day, on a variable date, the fourth Thursday of November.

A day that has little discernible association for any group other than a real day of establishment as an independant country well content to make its way in the world.