But he's a kinder (and funnier and hipper) bloke than you'll see on TV. At least he used to be.
I don't doubt it, though I had the mildly disconcerting impression a few years back that he was being positioned as a possible successor to the now mostly unlamented Mayor Bob. Back around the time of the wacky white lights of hope, when Chchchians would still vote for anyone who'd been on TV.
Stay classy Jase, just say no.
We make excuses after the fact for things we did not make efforts with at the time, trying to blame teachers and the education system for not forcing the knowledge into our unwilling brains. This goes as much for any attempt to teach “life skills” as any subject. From memory, when I was in high school (the 80s)...
In the late 80s there was a follow-up program for those diagnosed with cognitive disabilities who'd left school the year before. Former "special class" kids spent two weeks at Carrington Tech learning how to decipher supermarket specials, operate a bank account, and maybe plan towards getting a driver's license.
A touch of campus life called for a wardrobe upgrade, so it was off to The Warehouse, where the prize score was a sweatshirt proudly emblazoned with UNIVERSITY OF PARIS, SORBONNE. And why the hell not? It's all tertiary education, after all.
I think it is quite rational that someone would want to hit Jason Gunn, he has a very smackable face
Jase wouldn't mind, as long as he was on TV.
...this tedious old fool.
Anyone who believes that Brash is in any way his own man has to be compensating for some kind of trauma, such as the shock of discovering that one was deceived over the existence of Santa Claus in childhood.
From having his keyboard hand guided by John "Kiwi-Iwi" Ansell when "posting" in Kiwiblog's comments, through delivering a speech ghost-written by Michael Bassett, it's only ever a question of which team he's currently taking one for. You could count the genuine public intellectuals in this country on the fingers of one hand, though there's no lack of preening crackpots. Brash is a crackpot's crackpot.
...but only because he is a 'useful idiot'!
I thought they were playing that angle for laughs, especially when Jason Gunn popped up. Perhaps they should eliminate any ambiguity by replacing him with Don Brash.
Joe, I don't understand your point. You ask for examples of leaving it to someone else not working, the provide an example of direct action working. Or do you mean that the great majority of people left it to someone else and got a good outcome anyway?
The latter. I took your mention of "leaving it to someone else" to mean resolving local race relations issues. I clearly remember He Taua's attack on the haka party as an event of real significance, and my feelings now are the same as they were then - came the bloody dawn. I think it's a prime example of Maori succeeding in the absence of overt Pakeha goodwill.
Leaving it to someone else has historically not worked out well with this particular politics.
Examples? Consider He Taua's decisive action to rid NZ once and for all of the abomination of racist 'haka parties'. In that case those affected acted directly where decades of polite overtures had been met with contempt, and we're a better country for their having done so.
The outpouring of preening pomposity from the likes of Garner, Trotter and Watkin in response to a pair of cynical provocateurs bait-wrapping their racist schtick as "freedom of speech" has been a weird thing to behold.
I'm thinking Russia's recent appointment of Steven Seagal as Special Envoy to the USofA also isn't one of their table-slamming 'Checkmate!!' moves either...
Fat Bastard works for Dr. Evil. Fancy that.
...people probably lock into favourites and would sorely miss all the yummy additives that are in commercial tobacco.
While cigarettes are commonly laced with additives to promote even burning, the last I looked these weren't common in rolling tobacco. Of course there's the odd horror like Port Royal, which is probably great if you like RTDs. The flavours that make tobacco palatable mostly come from slow oxidation in the curing process. Attempting to oven-dry the stuff a la cannabis produces a lung-wrecking nasty that, if it weren't for the addictive properties of nicotine, would put anyone off tobacco for life.