It particularly concerns me when there is so little attention being paid to the policies of National's first-cab-off-the-rank for coalition talks, Act.
Sample of one. I tend to do the "head in the sand" thing with Act's policies because I just cannot conceive of them ever being implemented. The memories of Roger Douglas et al are too fresh; there'd be rioting in the streets (metaphorically if not actually) if we went down this path again.
It's a good point, Julie.
Rodney's going to be bargaining no less than the Maori Party. He'll have a bottom line and we only have John Key's word that he wouldn't have Roger in his Cabinet. In not interrogating Act's policies we seem to be happy to accept Mr Key's word.
Which raises a certain dissonance.
Or some one who has gone toe for toe with the real bad guys
Okay, I'll fall for it. Who are the real bad guys?
Chuck, what I enjoy about PA is that it's refreshingly free of snideness and innuendo.
And then you popped up.
I'm personally quite relieved that these are, actually, hopeless compared with what Ansell did last time
John Ansell's not doing these. Does anybody know who is? I'm curious.
Look at my background.
Said John, the man from Merrill’s
We shall sell. Trust me.
James - Marcy from Married With Children...?
Ah! Gap in education due to not having television in those days.
heh. took me two days to work this out.
G'arn, gi'us a clue.
It's eluding me.
With everyone plugged into the Olympics is anyone feeling a little bit sorry for Tasman and Northland? I'm not.
I'm feeling sorry for Northland because I'm from Northland.
I remember listening to Northland defending the Ranfurly Shield, on the radio. And my Dad telling me about Peter Jones. Buggered was a bad word in those days. And Sid Going and Bevan Holmes coming and talk to us at Northland College. And giving Winston McCarthy a lift into town - a little feller with a drinkers nose and that unmistakeable voice.
They all came from Northland.
a paranoid loon who strings a bunch of bs together into a screed that the gulible and ignorant sadly lap up.
I have to. I can't help myself. It sounds remarkably like GWB.
Always appreciate your thoughts James, but the tongue in my cheek was pointed elsewhere.
I'll figure it out one day. (And he crept quietly away.)