Ah, The Great Toilet Paper Panic of 2020...
Wait til you have a cracked rib and a friend hugs you before you've had a chance to blurt out a warning....
Reminds me of Lord Byron's 'Don Juan' and 18th century attempts to expurgate the classic writers:
Juan was taught from out the best edition,
Expurgated by learned men, who place
Judiciously, from out the schoolboy's vision,
The grosser parts; but, fearful to deface
Too much their modest bard by this omission,
And pitying sore his mutilated case,
They only add them all in an appendix,
Which saves, in fact, the trouble of an index;
For there we have them all 'at one fell swoop,'
Instead of being scatter'd through the Pages;
They stand forth marshall'd in a handsome troop,
To meet the ingenuous youth of future ages,
Till some less rigid editor shall stoop
To call them back into their separate cages,
Instead of standing staring all together,
Like garden gods—and not so decent either.
Papal? Surely Mr H dosent mean to associate him with such lefty ranters as Francis I?
The Romans would have made him a god - The Divine John Key at least. Even Caesaropapism seems a bit too down market for him...
I'm inclined to Dimpost's comment, in that I'm not interested if he's the sort I can have beer with (pace Andrew Geddis) but whether he can sort out the Party.
Here's me, in Upper Hutt, hoping that prices in Wellington and Lower Hutt will force the young and the restless move out here to liven the place up...
I'm having to rely on NZFirst and the Greens to provide any opposition against the govt. The LP seem to find indulging in fighting each other more attractive.
That nice Mr Key has a good genuine Kiwi accent...
`As through this world you ramble
You'll meet some funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Others with a fountain pen...
But as through this world you ramble
As through this world you roam
You'll never find an outlaw
Drive a family from their home'
Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie
I agree. All of this strutting and posing over who can eat the hottest chillie/curry is wearisome. What happened to actually tasting the food