Early buyers might own these for 5 or 10 years, but these houses will provide access into the market for 50 or 100 years.
I can't help thinking this is the cruncher. "Access to the market" is one description. "Onto the property ladder" is another. The ladder seems to be the cause of all this strife. The haves (working poor) are keen (desperate) to sell (buy) so that they can move to a house that will increase in value over the shortest period possible. It all ratchets up. Dare I say there was once a time when folk "made the money" to buy the next rung? Now it is how much will the bank dosh out to get me 3 rungs up. The devil takes the hindmost. We all lose.
I'm happy to impose the CGT to halt this madness for future generations. Unfortunately there will be losers. But is it likely there will be many winners?
Russell includes the build up of the bullshit.. Page 24 has the killer “experts” sorted:
There was no New Zealand standard or guideline for methamphetamine testing and decontamination during this period. Housing New Zealand relied on the expertise of companies that were qualified to test for contamination.
The US has infiltrated us. Hearing the suspect truthiness and responding "La la la la not listening".
EB: "Graeme, I admire your dedication to the cause!"
Lost was it?
I noticed something during the TV debate. It reminded me of Fox and Friends and their perspectively diminished female with the blokes to the fore and dominant. There was not one left to right camera during the whole debate other than some from behind Goon’s left shoulder. The long shots had Alpha Billy always in front of the perspectively lower Ms J. Well played TV Won.
Our cat is dead.
Life is heaven.
No cat hair.
No cat food.
No baby - er- cat sitters required
We own the house again.
Speaking of International Geophysical Year…..
I found this set of posters put out in that year. This is one of them.
Printed and laminated a set and they are behind my desk at work.
The science is still so relevant today!!!
I didn’t linger long enough to notice!! Heh. What a bawls up.
Squeak..Crunch..Squeak..Crunch.. Crunch.. Crunch. Everywhere there is Crunch.
OAE of 1981-82 here. I gather you enjoyed it Damien. Pictures to die for. My trip down was 4 1/2 hours down and 4 1/2 back because of the weather. Then having another go a coupla days later. I killed my new two day old radio/cassette player with one horrendous static explosion when I didn't take that second to dump the charge after taking my down jacket off. I spent the quietest time in my life sitting way out in the Windless Bight listening to the blood flow in my ears. Christmas at Vanda Station in a multicultural piss up of our National "special brews". Flying in the Gentles. Camping at Lake Bonney looking after Chinese and Japanese scientists sampling the salty waters of the lake. DJing on Armed Forces Radio. Opening the Scott Base bar at 5pm...there was no closing time...Work was listening to the magma of Erebus via seismo sensors and sampling the Earths Magnetic field. Taking a mattress, two sleeping bags, multi layers of clothing and a camera and lying on the snow away from the base watching- and seemingly listening - to the Auroral curtains billowing in the heavens.
All this finished, for reasons I cannot explain, balling my eyes out as I waited in the departure hut in the last hours of a year on ice.
It is still THE experience of my life.
Me. Me. Me. F*&k youse.
I know truths. I have the best truths.