Archive for November, 2011

The Green Movement

Thursday, November 24th, 2011
Dear Peg and Friends,
Only a day or so to go now before we have a new Government, or will we. If the polls are to believed, the Greens should to make a real large impact this time. They will want if they are elected to assist in making up the Government, or if they end up in the position of being ‘King Maker’. For sure they will want more and be busy dragging out some of their more ‘way out’ and extreme polices.
Frankly they worry me, to me they are not what they seem to be to most other people. For a start they are not a cuddly group, bringing to the table goodwill. Basically in spite of their ‘Green’ image, whatever that is. They are very much a Party leaning to the left, which they have managed to keep hidden so far. They have several left leaning policies that they will trot out, as soon as they consider they can get them acted on. To some, they are a Party that’s actually looking backwards, and wanting to live in the past. Never underestimate them, with only a toe hold on power, they have managed to lock up most of the west Coast. Targeting the Mining, and certainly most of all the Timber Milling industry. There are hundreds of kilometres of roads running through the West Coast regions, all flanked by Forest. In their book, our pristine forests are only for looking at, and never to be touched. Rivers that could be damned, well if they have anything to do with it, they will also remain in the same untouched category. The word Dam is not even in their vocabulary. Nothing like a Dam will ever happen while they have any power. But it gives pointers to what they would like to happen in other directions.
Farmers for instant, they should be more than a little worried, as they will be the next to be targeted, and they will find with these people, that water will suddenly be rationed. The Greens have some very strange attitude to most of our resources. This is understandable as hidden in their party there are many zealots. They come with all kinds of baggage, so don’t expect the kindly green image that they project to benefit you, but expect many kinds of Green policies that make you wonder sometimes, if they are actually working for New Zealand, or against it. Rather than let the Farmers take the water, the Greens seem to be happier to see the resource flowing out to sea untouched.
But the carbon Tax is the one area where I have the most concerns. The Greens will push for a carbon tax on most forms of energy, and the pool of money this will generate is going to be huge.  I would like to know exactly what’s going to happen to this money. Almost everything in their eyes seems to generate carbon, and therefore should be taxed. Even our animals. They want to be leaders in tis area. So Farmers again will b under attack again as their animals are taxed. But note the biggest users of the earth’s resources, China, America, and India all in the immediate future, plan to do absolutely nothing. But not New Zealand, we will try to do our utmost to save the world, all on our own.
The Greens are a recent arrival onto the political scene. In 1980 it was formed from the remanets of the Values Party. This is where the left leaning policies come from. They have also attracted members and affiliations from like minded people, such as Green Peace, Save the whales, these folk also carry a militant streak within, and think that the end is justified regardless of how it was accomplished. No matter what they try to do. There are some very large dark clouds on the horizon, and we as a Country need to be very careful what we do any with new policies that involves the spending large sums of money that we don’t have.
Love from Christchurch,
Wally

Only a day or so to go now before we have a new Government, or will we. If the polls are to believed, the Greens should to make a real large impact this time. They will want if they are elected to assist in making up the Government, or if they end up in the position of being ‘King Maker’. For sure they will want more and be busy dragging out some of their more ‘way out’ and extreme polices.

Frankly they worry me, to me they are not what they seem to be to most other people. For a start they are not a cuddly group, bringing to the table goodwill. Basically in spite of their ‘Green’ image, whatever that is. They are very much a Party leaning to the left, which they have managed to keep hidden so far. They have several left leaning policies that they will trot out, as soon as they consider they can get them acted on. To some, they are a Party that’s actually looking backwards, and wanting to live in the past. Never underestimate them, with only a toe hold on power, they have managed to lock up most of the west Coast. Targeting the Mining, and certainly most of all the Timber Milling industry. There are hundreds of kilometres of roads running through the West Coast regions, all flanked by Forest. In their book, our pristine forests are only for looking at, and never to be touched. Rivers that could be damned, well if they have anything to do with it, they will also remain in the same untouched category. The word Dam is not even in their vocabulary. Nothing like a Dam will ever happen while they have any power. But it gives pointers to what they would like to happen in other directions.

Farmers for instant, they should be more than a little worried, as they will be the next to be targeted, and they will find with these people, that water will suddenly be rationed. The Greens have some very strange attitude to most of our resources. This is understandable as hidden in their party there are many zealots. They come with all kinds of baggage, so don’t expect the kindly green image that they project to benefit you, but expect many kinds of Green policies that make you wonder sometimes, if they are actually working for New Zealand, or against it. Rather than let the Farmers take the water, the Greens seem to be happier to see the resource flowing out to sea untouched.

But the carbon Tax is the one area where I have the most concerns. The Greens will push for a carbon tax on most forms of energy, and the pool of money this will generate is going to be huge.  I would like to know exactly what’s going to happen to this money. Almost everything in their eyes seems to generate carbon, and therefore should be taxed. Even our animals. They want to be leaders in tis area. So Farmers again will b under attack again as their animals are taxed. But note the biggest users of the earth’s resources, China, America, and India all in the immediate future, plan to do absolutely nothing. But not New Zealand, we will try to do our utmost to save the world, all on our own.

The Greens are a recent arrival onto the political scene. In 1980 it was formed from the remanets of the Values Party. This is where the left leaning policies come from. They have also attracted members and affiliations from like minded people, such as Green Peace, Save the whales, these folk also carry a militant streak within, and think that the end is justified regardless of how it was accomplished. No matter what they try to do. There are some very large dark clouds on the horizon, and we as a Country need to be very careful what we do any with new policies that involves the spending large sums of money that we don’t have.

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Out of Step

Saturday, November 19th, 2011
Dear Peg and Friends,
I hadn’t been in the services very long, before I realised that you could actually tell the day of the week it was, by what fare you were being served. Sunday mid-day, well that was a pork roast, cold cuts Sunday night. Wednesday silverside, and so on. I don’t know the exact costing, and how much money that was allocated per person per day, that the cooks were allowed. But they were starting out with the best of food, which lost little in the cooking. I suppose this was because of the large number of hot meals they were expected to turn out on a regular basis. Sure it was hard to maintain the bench mark being set by the hotels, the only other player in the business of cooking and serving, large numbers of hot meals. But they had been in this business for a long time. Comparing the two, the Hotels will always have the edge, as they tended to cook their food in smaller batches.
As I mentioned, Sunday night was usually cold cuts. A green salad and fried potatoes, a very simple, but nourishing meal. I should say also at this stage. It doesn’t pay in the services to be different, or even stand out. Do so, sure as sure, you will be got at. We had one fellow serviceman who was extremely fussy about his food, and he must have been hell to live with. It was most noticeable with lettuce. You couldn’t help but observe whenever it was served, he carefully, and minutely examined every leaf, turning it over and over, before he actually popped it into his mouth. We all watched this with pantomime with interest. One night when things were slow, it was decided to teach him a lesson. Most of the platoon made an early trip to the shed where the lettuce were stored and washed. We searched and pre loaded each leaf on our plates, with all the wild life we could find. After looking through a couple of crates of lettuce, we each had about a dozen or so large fat slugs and some earwigs all sitting on our lettuce, but initially concealed. We let the victim finish his meal, then proceeded to discover the ‘live stock’ on each of our plates, commenting all the time, ‘How bad it was’. ‘Wouldn’t you think they would be more careful in the preparation of our food’? ‘Disgraceful’.
Autosuggestion is a powerful medium, before we had finished discovering our carefully gathered treasure trove. He had left the table and rushed outside to be ill. Young men are a cruel bunch, but there is a lesson here. Make sure that you are never different, or stand out in any way.
One of the Officers in our Company had a ‘Bat Man’. He got this job by default as he wasn’t much use for anything else. No matter how carefully his duties were explained to him, he always seemed to start each week off, from the back foot, and never seemed to remember anything about the previous week. This was partially explained, when one weekend, the Military Police called and advised the Officer in question, that they had picked up his Bat Man. ‘Drinking after hours’, at a local Hotel. ‘Absent without Leave’ was his crime, further more, now they had him locked up in the slammer. A small problem immediately reared it’s head while they were explaining all this to his astonished Officer, what they had done. He just looked up, pointed to the man in question, diligently going about his duties, only three feet away, on the other side of the tent, wondering what the hell they were all talking about.
It turned out that he had a brother, who was his spitting image. Now it was the MP’s to have the red faces. It was also clear that these two fellows had been swapping duties, but it was something that was almost impossible to prove. Sometimes it’s easier if you just stay in bed.
We had another misfit, nothing wrong with his soldiering. He could do all basic things required of him, but he couldn’t march in step. He also seemed to move his arm and leg, on each side at the same time, together, but not alternately as everyone in the world seems to do. As well together with his strange gait, when marching, he was always out step. Six or seven hundred soldiers all in step. But this one uncoordinated helpless fellow, with his quaint leg and arm in cadence, was soon able to fix that. He quickly brought the whole column into disarray. He nearly drove our Colonel and his Officers crazy. Would you believe they actually invalided him out of the Regiment. But in my opinion marching in step has little to do with the winning Wars. Possibly the fellow was Autistic or something. But back then they didn’t have fancy names for folk who were different.
Often long after the War. I often used to see this man, hurrying home from work. Yes he could hold down a job. But still bobbing along with his strange gait, and I had a quiet smile to myself about the profound effect he had on the Army.
Love to all from Christchurch,
Wally
I hadn’t been in the services very long, before I realised that you could actually tell the day of the week it was, by what fare you were being served. Sunday mid-day, well that was a pork roast, cold cuts Sunday night. Wednesday silverside, and so on. I don’t know the exact costing, and how much money that was allocated per person per day, that the cooks were allowed. But they were starting out with the best of food, which lost little in the cooking. I suppose this was because of the large number of hot meals they were expected to turn out on a regular basis. Sure it was hard to maintain the bench mark being set by the hotels, the only other player in the business of cooking and serving, large numbers of hot meals. But they had been in this business for a long time. Comparing the two, the Hotels will always have the edge, as they tended to cook their food in smaller batches.
As I mentioned, Sunday night was usually cold cuts. A green salad and fried potatoes, a very simple, but nourishing meal. I should say also at this stage. It doesn’t pay in the services to be different, or even stand out. Do so, sure as sure, you will be got at. We had one fellow serviceman who was extremely fussy about his food, and he must have been hell to live with. It was most noticeable with lettuce. You couldn’t help but observe whenever it was served, he carefully, and minutely examined every leaf, turning it over and over, before he actually popped it into his mouth. We all watched this with pantomime with interest. One night when things were slow, it was decided to teach him a lesson. Most of the platoon made an early trip to the shed where the lettuce were stored and washed. We searched and pre loaded each leaf on our plates, with all the wild life we could find. After looking through a couple of crates of lettuce, we each had about a dozen or so large fat slugs and some earwigs all sitting on our lettuce, but initially concealed. We let the victim finish his meal, then proceeded to discover the ‘live stock’ on each of our plates, commenting all the time, ‘How bad it was’. ‘Wouldn’t you think they would be more careful in the preparation of our food’? ‘Disgraceful’.
Autosuggestion is a powerful medium, before we had finished discovering our carefully gathered treasure trove. He had left the table and rushed outside to be ill. Young men are a cruel bunch, but there is a lesson here. Make sure that you are never different, or stand out in any way.
One of the Officers in our Company had a ‘Bat Man’. He got this job by default as he wasn’t much use for anything else. No matter how carefully his duties were explained to him, he always seemed to start each week off, from the back foot, and never seemed to remember anything about the previous week. This was partially explained, when one weekend, the Military Police called and advised the Officer in question, that they had picked up his Bat Man. ‘Drinking after hours’, at a local Hotel. ‘Absent without Leave’ was his crime, further more, now they had him locked up in the slammer. A small problem immediately reared it’s head while they were explaining all this to his astonished Officer, what they had done. He just looked up, pointed to the man in question, diligently going about his duties, only three feet away, on the other side of the tent, wondering what the hell they were all talking about.
It turned out that he had a brother, who was his spitting image. Now it was the MP’s to have the red faces. It was also clear that these two fellows had been swapping duties, but it was something that was almost impossible to prove. Sometimes it’s easier if you just stay in bed.
We had another misfit, nothing wrong with his soldiering. He could do all basic things required of him, but he couldn’t march in step. He also seemed to move his arm and leg, on each side at the same time, together, but not alternately as everyone in the world seems to do. As well together with his strange gait, when marching, he was always out step. Six or seven hundred soldiers all in step. But this one uncoordinated helpless fellow, with his quaint leg and arm in cadence, was soon able to fix that. He quickly brought the whole column into disarray. He nearly drove our Colonel and his Officers crazy. Would you believe they actually invalided him out of the Regiment. But in my opinion marching in step has little to do with the winning Wars. Possibly the fellow was Autistic or something. But back then they didn’t have fancy names for folk who were different.
Often long after the War. I often used to see this man, hurrying home from work. Yes he could hold down a job. But still bobbing along with his strange gait, and I had a quiet smile to myself about the profound effect he had on the Army.

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Waking Up

Wednesday, November 16th, 2011
‘Dear Peg and Friends’
I love waking in the mornings, specially when I first open my eyes and I’m shrugging off the drug of a night’s sleep. Immediately, I’m endeavouring to work our exactly where I am in this world, trying to remember where I went to bed the night before. Was I in my own comfortable bed back home? Or was I away on one of my a periodic wandering in foreign parts, until fully conscious returns. I’m searching for, clues to exactly where I am, especially if it’s ‘off shore’, that’s where I’m wakening.
I love the tropics, the heavy scent of their flowers and vegetation, the frangipani, being wafted into my bedroom. Immediately I recognise it as different, especially at ‘sunup’. There is also squawk of the ‘Miner birds’ too which seem have a distinctive call, and they seems to be everywhere. Always the tropical mornings seem to be cool, and this enables with the heavy calm air, a brilliant medium for the transfer of the flowers fragrances, even the forest itself gives off a scent, and don’t forget the good earth.
The bird noises are different to what I’m used to. Even if I haven’t yet opened my eyes, I can usually tell by the heavy scent of the flowers, just about where I am in the world.
Should someone have managed to get out of bed, and start breakfast, and in the tropics, most homes do rise very early. The breakfast pending where you are in the world, always smells different too. The strongly brewed fresh coffee, freshly buttered croissants, smell of freshly baked baguettes. That too smell different than plain porridge at home.
I remember once staying in a French Village and the family whose guest I was, gave me a personal Maid. I said an emphatic ‘No’ to this, and as far as I was concerned the matter was not negotiable. I didn’t need like want, or require a maid. All I did however, was to make the woman invisible, and I drove her underground. Say, when I went to take a shower, I would carefully lay out on my bed, a change of underwear, clean shirt. and a pair of slacks. However I was not taking into account my invisible help. Emerging from the ablution, I was unaware I had been under close observation, and I now found all my clothes had hung themselves tidally up again, I was now back to square one. Same with my washing. I could put it into the machine, but before I could get to deal with it, to my surprise it had jumped out of the machine and was now hanging out to dry. At this stage the family moved in. They explained they were trying to give the woman in question a wage, as she had just lost her husband with a heart attack. They wanted to do it, without making it look like a handout. Would I cooperate? Of course I would. Problem solved. I no longer had the feeling I was under constant observation, but I was now stuck with a maid.
To wake in the morning it’s also necessary to fall asleep at night, but recently I had an attack of gout. After a visit to the doctor, she put me on course of prednisone. In handing over the scrip, she casually mentioned I might experience problems in sleeping. That for me was an understatement. The drug took away my pain, but at the same time, the promised side effect disrupted my sleep pattern so badly, I could no longer fall asleep. Every night I was as bright as a button, it was impossible to fall asleep, or even feel tired. so for some weeks I got up out of bed and read, and watched TV. I formed the opinion that some of the best TV programmes are screened, when most viewers are tucked up safely in bed, sound asleep.
Someone told me I could request from my GP a sleeping pill. But it also carries side effects, so didn’t seek it’s help.
Love from Sulby Road, Wally
I love waking in the mornings, specially when I first open my eyes and I’m shrugging off the drug of a night’s sleep. Immediately, I’m endeavouring to work our exactly where I am in this world, trying to remember where I went to bed the night before. Was I in my own comfortable bed back home? Or was I away on one of my a periodic wandering in foreign parts, until fully conscious returns. I’m searching for, clues to exactly where I am, especially if it’s ‘off shore’, and that’s where I’m wakening.
I love the tropics, the heavy scent of their flowers and vegetation, the frangipani, being wafted into my bedroom. Immediately I recognise it as different, especially at ‘sunup’. There is also squawk of the ‘Miner birds’ too which seem have a distinctive call, and they seems to be everywhere. Always the tropical mornings seem to be cool, and this enables with the heavy calm air, a brilliant medium for the transfer of the flowers fragrances, even the forest itself gives off a scent, and don’t forget the good earth.
The bird noises are different to what I’m used to. Even if I haven’t yet opened my eyes, I can usually tell by the heavy scent of the flowers, just about where I am in the world.
Should someone have managed to get out of bed, and start breakfast, and in the tropics, most homes do rise very early. The breakfast pending where you are in the world, always smells different too. The strongly brewed fresh coffee, freshly buttered croissants, smell of freshly baked baguettes. That too smells different than plain porridge at home.
I remember once staying in a French Village and the family whose guest I was, gave me a personal Maid. I said an emphatic ‘No’ to this, and as far as I was concerned the matter was not negotiable. I didn’t need like want, or require a maid. All I did however, was to make the woman invisible, and I drove her underground. Say, when I went to take a shower, I would carefully lay out on my bed, a change of underwear, clean shirt. and a pair of slacks. However I was not taking into account my invisible help. Emerging from the ablution, I was unaware I had been under close observation, and I now found all my clothes had hung themselves tidally up again, I was now back to square one. Same with my washing. I could put it into the machine, but before I could get to deal with it, to my surprise it had jumped out of the machine and was now hanging out to dry. At this stage the family moved in. They explained they were trying to give the woman in question a wage, as she had just lost her husband with a heart attack. They wanted to do it, without making it look like a handout. Would I cooperate? Of course I would. Problem solved. I no longer had the feeling I was under constant observation, but I was now stuck with a maid.
To wake in the morning it’s also necessary to fall asleep at night, but recently I had an attack of gout. After a visit to the doctor, she put me on course of prednisone. In handing over the scrip, she casually mentioned I might experience problems in sleeping. That for me was an understatement. The drug took away my pain, but at the same time, the promised side effect disrupted my sleep pattern so badly, I could no longer fall asleep. Every night I was as bright as a button, it was impossible to fall asleep, or even feel tired. so for some weeks I got up out of bed and read, and watched TV. I formed the opinion that some of the best TV programmes are screened, when most viewers are tucked up safely in bed, sound asleep.
Someone told me I could request from my GP a sleeping pill. But it also carries side effects, so didn’t seek it’s help.

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The Job Pool

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011
Dear Peg and Friends,
I heard recently, a Green Politician talking a lot of nonsense about how they would create umpteen jobs. And where were they going to get all these jobs from? Why they are going to come from a programme that they are pushing. ‘The insulation of all NZ homes’. Well this for my mind is not an ongoing career opportunity. In fact it’s a very short term operation. Once you have insulated any home that’s it, and very soon you will find you have run out of work. Possibly 80% of existing homes here are already well insulated. To put it bluntly, this is dopey suggestion. Do we want these deep thinkers in Parliament, who in my book are just taking up space.
However there are jobs out there, but we need to do some rearranging first. The fishing industry is one that immediately jumps to mind. A very large lump of fishing quota was handed over under the Treaty Settlement. I suspect that it was meant to provide employment to ‘Our People’. And did this happen? No it didn’t. What did happen was the work was farmed out to fully manned Foreign vessels. The owners of the rights, now only manage the money stream. I’m sure this was not the original intention of the gift. What I would now like to see changed is:- ‘To hold and keep your quota, you must actually work and fish it yourself’. ‘Try that for size’. You have four years to get boats and crew organised, starting now! If you can’t manage this, well give the gift back, move on and let someone in who can. Politely tell the foreign boats now fishing our waters they can return home.
Another area that bothers me, and that’s the scheme of bringing in droves of natives from the Islands to work in the Horticultural area, while we have hundreds of our, ‘Out of work’ who find this kind of word too hard, or perhaps too time consuming, or not even to their liking. Or interfering with their ‘Play Time activities’. I would suggest to the benefit recipients that their next pay cheque, if they still want to receive it, will be paid to you at such and such, orchard. Pull your usual stunt of making yourself unemployable, come payday you will end up with a big fat zero.
Is that all? No, I would like to reopen the timber industry which got locked up and closed a few years ago. This was a disgraceful situation when Labour required Green support to form a Government back in Helen’s time. A timber Mill was happily cutting Beech in a self regenerating programme. In spite of hundreds kilometres of Beech Forest this small operation was an anathema to the Greens. So it was purchased by the Labour Government who closed down. The timber workers were sent down the road. This is the idiotic thinking the Greens are capable of. A token sum was given to the Local Body which they just fritted away. Some of these folk who have got themselves elected into positions of power have no business ability what so ever, and really couldn’t even organise a party in a Brewery. They should have dug their toes in and retained the Mill, which was a winner and providing jobs. I can’t put a figure on how many lost their jobs, but a good guess would be over two hundred and that’s not counting what to expect in the down stream benefits as well. I would now like to see that operation reinstated. There is a huge timber resource just going to waste on the West Coast that is screaming for exploitation, which in no way will interfere with any existing tourist activity. The irony of this ongoing proposal is that these idealistic people who are enforcing it, don’t even live within a thousand kilometres of he area, and probably would be lucky if they even visited once a year.
Another area that I have noticed that must be in constant need of ‘Carers’ and that’s in the ‘Elderly Care’ industry. These institutions are staffed you would think by the United Nations, their pool of labour is from Polynesia,  Philippines or where ever. In fact the list is endless and why is this? And are these people especially qualified? No, these overseas people are just looking for work not trained in any special area. At their homeland, if you don’t work you don’t get paid.
You may have formed the opinion by now that I have some connection with the unemployed. I actually have none, but I’m sick and tired of listening to people telling the media how difficult it is to find employment. Well perhaps it is, if we are continue down the path of giving away all our work to overseas folk. And pay our own labour pool large benefits to stay at home. It will never change either, if we continue to vote stupid people into positions of power.
Love at all from Christchurch,
Wally
I heard recently, a Green Politician talking a lot of nonsense about how they would create umpteen jobs. And where were they going to get all these jobs from? Why silly they are going to come from a programme that they are pushing. ‘The insulation of all NZ homes’. Well this for my mind is not an ongoing career opportunity. In fact it’s a very short term operation. Once you have insulated any home that’s it, and very soon you will find you have run out of work. Possibly 80% of existing homes here are already well insulated. To put it bluntly, this is dopey suggestion. Do we want these deep thinkers in Parliament, who in my book are just taking up space.
However there are jobs out there, but we need to do some rearranging first. The fishing industry is one that immediately jumps to mind. A very large lump of fishing quota was handed over under the Treaty Settlement. I suspect that it was meant to provide employment to ‘Our People’. And did this happen? No it didn’t. What did happen was the work was farmed out to fully manned Foreign vessels. The owners of the rights, now only manage the money stream. I’m sure this was not the original intention of the gift. What I would now like to see changed is:- ‘To hold and keep your quota, you must actually work and fish it yourself’. ‘Try that for size’. You have four years to get boats and crew organised, starting now! If you can’t manage this, well give the gift back, move on and let someone in who can. Politely tell the foreign boats now fishing our waters they can return home.
Another area that bothers me, and that’s the scheme of bringing in droves of natives from the Islands to work in the Horticultural area, while we have hundreds of our, ‘Out of work’ who find this kind of word too hard, or perhaps too time consuming, or not even to their liking. Or interfering with their ‘Play Time activities’. I would suggest to the benefit recipients that their next pay cheque, if they still want to receive it, will be paid to you at such and such, orchard. Pull your usual stunt of making yourself unemployable, come payday you will end up with a big fat zero.
Is that all? No, I would like to reopen the timber industry which got locked up and closed a few years ago. This was a disgraceful situation when Labour required Green support to form a Government back in Helen’s time. A timber Mill was happily cutting Beech in a self regenerating programme. In spite of hundreds kilometres of Beech Forest this small operation was an anathema to the Greens. So it was purchased by the Labour Government who closed down. The timber workers were sent down the road. This is the idiotic thinking the Greens are capable of. A token sum was given to the Local Body which they just fritted away. Some of these folk who have got themselves elected into positions of power have no business ability what so ever, and really couldn’t even organise a party in a Brewery. They should have dug their toes in and retained the Mill, which was a winner and providing jobs. I can’t put a figure on how many lost their jobs, but a good guess would be over two hundred and that’s not counting what to expect in the down stream benefits as well. I would now like to see that operation reinstated. There is a huge timber resource just going to waste on the West Coast that is screaming for exploitation, which in no way will interfere with any existing tourist activity. The irony of this ongoing proposal is that these idealistic people who are enforcing it, don’t even live within a thousand kilometres of he area, and probably would be lucky if they even visited once a year.
Another area that I have noticed that must be in constant need of ‘Carers’ and that’s in the ‘Elderly Care’ industry. These institutions are staffed you would think by the United Nations, their pool of labour is from Polynesia,  Philippines or where ever. In fact the list is endless and why is this? And are these people especially qualified? No, these overseas people are just looking for work not trained in any special area. At their homeland, if you don’t work you don’t get paid.
You may have formed the opinion by now that I have some connection with the unemployed. I actually have none, but I’m sick and tired of listening to people telling the media how difficult it is to find employment. Well perhaps it is, if we are continue down the path of giving away all our work to overseas folk. And pay our own labour pool large benefits to stay at home. It will never change either, if we continue to vote stupid people into positions of power.

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Pensions

Friday, November 4th, 2011
Dear Peg and Family,
I overheard a conversation the other day that really set me thinking, part of it included the extraordinary fact that some families here have not held down a job for some three generations. What a terrible inditement to anyone. They have been on welfare for all of their families living memory. It’s absolutely unbelievable that today this can happen. There are jobs out there, but sometimes you don’t need to be too picky. We have idle youths sitting around in the towns and cities. All drawing the unemployed benefit, however offer them a low paid job and their behaviour and attitude is so bad, that no employer would want them on his payroll. They have now fulfilled their obligation to look for work. They can now put their feet up again and continue to draw the benefit. Yet we are able to bring large groups of Polynesians over to New Zealand for six month stints to work in the horticultural area. They are extremely grateful for this chance to obtain work. It would be too easy to say to our tired youth, ‘Your next pay cheque will be from a country orchard’, ‘Here is the address’. ‘Get on your bike’.
The one thing that bothers me, is that we actually give these people a vote, so like it or like it not, we are in fact actually perpetuating the system. If you take this a step further, it’s obvious that they are so conditioned by this way of life, they now think that everything they ever need, is going to be given to them. Whether it be housing, food, and of course, discretionary spending money. All you need to do, to prolong this situation. Just keep on giving your vote to the Party that offers the most to the losers of this world. If you don’t understand, they’re the folk who have decided to live permanently on a benefit. You don’t have to be a genius to work out, that those receiving the benefit will always vote this way. And the Party that is guilty of this selfish doctrine, has it in their manifesto. Actually, they have the power to drag down and destroy our country. We have many examples in the world today where some people think that the world owes them a living. Greece For one stands out, if they don’t listen and take on board the advice and remedial action they being handed on a plate. They will have to live with the results, which could mean in the future. No Benefits.
To carry on down the path we seem to be heading, you need money which has to come from somewhere. All I hear is, ‘Tax the Rich Pricks’, sounds good, but this is not actually a bottomless pit of money. Even for one to become rich, you need to give people some incentive to become so, in the first place. It’s so easy to sit on the sideline and be a critic against commonsense, when your real agenda is to become a politician, and get on board the gravy train.
We have today something that’s loosely called the Domestic Purposes Benefit. In most cases it works well and covers situations where a mother with a dependant child is given an allowance which can be justified. However the father in these situations also has a part to play, but more too often he remains hidden. Like it or like it not, he should be named, and is expected to pay his part in the upbringing the child that he took part in bringing into the world. For some mothers this is not enough, they blatantly go ahead and have another child or two out of wedlock. Wow! This benefit was not meant to be a lifestyle, and that’s exactly what some have now deemed it should be.
The giving industry of today has grown into a monster. We have in this town some of the Country’s biggest givers. Some have grown so large that they actually have large warehouses holding their food, which they hand out free. The art of giving makes some people feel good. No matter what happens, they jump to the chance of handing out freebies. The media also play their part and campaign to make one feel guilty if you don’t contribute, and prolong this way of life.
Love from Christchurch,   Wally.
I overheard a conversation the other day that really set me thinking, part of it included the extraordinary fact that some families here have not held down a job for some three generations. What a terrible inditement to anyone. They have been on welfare for all of their families living memory. It’s absolutely unbelievable that today this can happen. There are jobs out there, but sometimes you don’t need to be too picky. We have idle youths sitting around in the towns and cities. All drawing the unemployed benefit, however offer them a low paid job and their behavior and attitude is so bad, that no employer would want them on his payroll. They have now fulfilled their obligation to look for work. They can now put their feet up again and continue to draw the benefit. Yet we are able to bring large groups of Polynesians over to New Zealand for six month stints to work in the horticultural area. They are extremely grateful for this chance to obtain work. It would be too easy to say to our tired youth, ‘Your next pay cheque will be from a country orchard’, ‘Here is the address’. ‘Get on your bike’.
The one thing that bothers me, is that we actually give these people a vote, so like it or like it not, we are in fact actually perpetuating the system. If you take this a step further, it’s obvious that they are so conditioned by this way of life, they now think that everything they ever need, is going to be given to them. Whether it be housing, food, and of course, discretionary spending money. All you need to do, to prolong this situation. Just keep on giving your vote to the Party that offers the most to the losers of this world. If you don’t understand, they’re the folk who have decided to live permanently on a benefit. You don’t have to be a genius to work out, that those receiving the benefit will always vote this way. And the Party that is guilty of this selfish doctrine, has it in their manifesto. Actually, they have the power to drag down and destroy our country. We have many examples in the world today where some people think that the world owes them a living. Greece For one stands out, if they don’t listen and take on board the advice and remedial action they being handed on a plate. They will have to live with the results, which could mean in the future. No Benefits.
To carry on down the path we seem to be heading, you need money which has to come from somewhere. All I hear is, ‘Tax the Rich Pricks’, sounds good, but this is not actually a bottomless pit of money. Even for one to become rich, you need to give people some incentive to become so, in the first place. It’s so easy to sit on the sideline and be a critic against commonsense, when your real agenda is to become a politician, and get on board the gravy train.
We have today something that’s loosely called the Domestic Purposes Benefit. In most cases it works well and covers situations where a mother with a dependant child is given an allowance which can be justified. However the father in these situations also has a part to play, but more too often he remains hidden. Like it or like it not, he should be named, and is expected to pay his part in the upbringing the child that he took part in bringing into the world. For some mothers this is not enough, they blatantly go ahead and have another child or two out of wedlock. Wow! This benefit was not meant to be a lifestyle, and that’s exactly what some have now deemed it should be.
The giving industry of today has grown into a monster. We have in this town some of the Country’s biggest givers. Some have grown so large that they actually have large warehouses holding their food, which they hand out free. The art of giving makes some people feel good. No matter what happens, they jump to the chance of handing out freebies. The media also play their part and campaign to make one feel guilty if you don’t contribute, and prolong this way of life.

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Puberty

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011
Dear Peg and Friends
When puberty came along, I wondered what the hell was happening to my body. My voice had changed or broke, I had also started to shave, as My father kept telling me. ‘To wash my face, but it wasn’t dirt but just the growth of dark whiskers’. Yes, I was able to work out as well I too was being attracted to members of the opposite sex. Yet at the same time I was really scared of them. These creatures were certainly were from another world, and why had they suddenly become extremely attractive to me. Well not only just me, but most  of all, the eligible male species as well. And didn’t the girls know it. What it was all about? Well I suppose it was a mystery to most of the eligible males who were also undergoing a metamorphous. I had been perfectly happy and content only a year ago with my lot. Then overnight it would seem all the rules were changed.
Perhaps it had something to do with the pheromones females are known to give out. This is an accepted method of attracting the opposite sex in the natural that we live in. They, the females were of course, a well protected cosseted species. But actually that was only half of the story. If only their Mums had only known what their daughters got up to, when they were not completely under the parental finger. I know they would have had a struggle to believe it what was going on. I regarded some of them as ‘Jail Bait’, because they could get you into a load of trouble, because of this I gave some a very wide berth.
I quickly found some were not even in the  slightest way, shy or demure. No matter what the image was that they projected, I soon learnt was wise to keep some of the more predatory ones at arms length. One particular lass that I had close contact for a period through the family. She had a very sneaky subtle approach, which masked her aggressive behaviour which she managed to keep hidden. More ways than one she really bothered me. I can remember on one occasion when we were all crammed into the family car. The young lady in question, had positioned herself in the front seat so that the floor shift was positioned between her thighs and the hussy damn well knew that I was have to put my hand down there if I was to drive the car. Not really the correct way to project yourself in my book and attract a member of the opposite sex.
On the other side of the coin, I belonged to a bible class that was considered ‘safe’ to join. It was composed of a mixed bunch of boys and girls all aged early to late teens. A dangerous age, well that was the view according to the church folk that ran the class. They kept very tight control over all our activities. The war had started, the Armed Services were currently busy picking off our older members, turning them into instant Soldiers, Airmen, or Sailors. Old enough it would seem to go to the War, but not old enough to touch, or even hold in your arms, a member of the opposite sex. And who was it that had so such control over us? None but the Church hierarchy who had forbidden to give their permission to let us, or even hold a Social where dancing would be permitted. You could look it seemed, but not touch. They must have but been a sex crazed bunch themselves, if they carried such dark thoughts in their heads.
When we got a little older we got around the dancing problem. We ran our own socials. Hired a local hall fifteen shillings (A dollar fifty in today’s money). Charlie Smith, had taught himself of how to vamp on the piano. So he supplied the music. His sister had been given lessons for years but couldn’t get a tune from the instrument that you would want to listen to. But brother Charlie had taught himself. He could get a tune from any instrument. Sure it was more a vamp that he had taught himself, and knew how to knock out a tune from the piano. We stuck up homemade posters around the town. That was free, as we just stapled them onto the power poles. There was a need and we were fulfilling it, as the dances were well patronised. We charged one and sixpence at the door (Fifteen cents), and if the money ran to it, we would splash out and hire another musician.
After the War Joe Brown ran a much more sophisticated operation when he promoted a dance every Saturday night in the Dunedin Town Hall. The Church must have considered he was the great Satan. He paid for a large band and hundreds attended. It was well attended too, and the place on a Saturday night to be seen. It gave the chance for many young folk to meet their future mate. All for only two shillings and six pence.
Love to all from Christchurch,,
Wally
When puberty came along, I wondered what the hell was happening to my body. My voice had changed or broke, I had also started to shave, as My father kept telling me. ‘To wash my face, but it wasn’t dirt but just the growth of dark whiskers’. Yes, I was able to work out as well I too was being attracted to members of the opposite sex. Yet at the same time I was really scared of them. These creatures were certainly were from another world, and why had they suddenly become extremely attractive to me. Well not only just me, but most  of all, the eligible male species as well. And didn’t the girls know it. What it was all about? Well I suppose it was a mystery to most of the eligible males who were also undergoing a metamorphous. I had been perfectly happy and content only a year ago with my lot. Then overnight it would seem all the rules were changed.
Perhaps it had something to do with the pheromones females are known to give out. This is an accepted method of attracting the opposite sex in the natural that we live in. They, the females were of course, a well protected cosseted species. But actually that was only half of the story. If only their Mums had only known what their daughters got up to, when they were not completely under the parental finger. I know they would have had a struggle to believe it what was going on. I regarded some of them as ‘Jail Bait’, because they could get you into a load of trouble, because of this I gave some a very wide berth.
I quickly found some were not even in the  slightest way, shy or demure. No matter what the image was that they projected, I soon learnt was wise to keep some of the more predatory ones at arms length. One particular lass that I had close contact for a period through the family. She had a very sneaky subtle approach, which masked her aggressive behaviour which she managed to keep hidden. More ways than one she really bothered me. I can remember on one occasion when we were all crammed into the family car. The young lady in question, had positioned herself in the front seat so that the floor shift was positioned between her thighs and the hussy damn well knew that I was have to put my hand down there if I was to drive the car. Not really the correct way to project yourself in my book and attract a member of the opposite sex.
On the other side of the coin, I belonged to a bible class that was considered ‘safe’ to join. It was composed of a mixed bunch of boys and girls all aged early to late teens. A dangerous age, well that was the view according to the church folk that ran the class. They kept very tight control over all our activities. The war had started, the Armed Services were currently busy picking off our older members, turning them into instant Soldiers, Airmen, or Sailors. Old enough it would seem to go to the War, but not old enough to touch, or even hold in your arms, a member of the opposite sex. And who was it that had so such control over us? None but the Church hierarchy who had forbidden to give their permission to let us, or even hold a Social where dancing would be permitted. You could look it seemed, but not touch. They must have but been a sex crazed bunch themselves, if they carried such dark thoughts in their heads.
When we got a little older we got around the dancing problem. We ran our own socials. Hired a local hall fifteen shillings (A dollar fifty in today’s money). Charlie Smith, had taught himself of how to vamp on the piano. So he supplied the music. His sister had been given lessons for years but couldn’t get a tune from the instrument that you would want to listen to. But brother Charlie had taught himself. He could get a tune from any instrument. Sure it was more a vamp that he had taught himself, and knew how to knock out a tune from the piano. We stuck up homemade posters around the town. That was free, as we just stapled them onto the power poles. There was a need and we were fulfilling it, as the dances were well patronised. We charged one and sixpence at the door (Fifteen cents), and if the money ran to it, we would splash out and hire another musician.
After the War Joe Brown ran a much more sophisticated operation when he promoted a dance every Saturday night in the Dunedin Town Hall. The Church must have considered he was the great Satan. He paid for a large band and hundreds attended. It was well attended too, and the place on a Saturday night to be seen. It gave the chance for many young folk to meet their future mate. All for only two shillings and six pence.

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