A week of g.blog

by frog

Xavier Goldie couldn’t quite believe Brian Lochore said what he did this week:

Apparently, not only did Lochore leave his babies (not children, but three week old babies) outside in the mud while he was boozing, but he actually attempts to justify the fact that he assaulted other people’s children. WTF?

Meanwhile, also on s 59 related issues, Ari wants to know how the word ‘good‘ made its way into the referendum question “Should a smack as part of good parental correction be a criminal offense in New Zealand?”

The essential recurring problem here is that the pro-section 59 lobby have given us no objective legal way of qualifying what “good parental correction” means in relation to smacking and the charge of assault. They insist that it’s a common-sense test, which would be fine if there were evidence of good parents being convicted for, say, losing their temper once or twice.

Toad has a been having a few laughs at the expense of National and their $50 a week road toll policy.

Jackhumm notes in Southland that:

We’re enthusiastically importing palm kernal extract, to feed our dairy cows (what’s wrong with our over-abundance of grass??) and in the process, encouraging the Indonesians to fell more jungle to make space to plant out their cash-crop.

Stevedore is angry at Wellington’s attempt to get rid of STV from it’s local body voting system

Prendergast and her supporters are currently trying to get rid of STV.  Who can blame her – STV has replaced of some of her close supporters and confidants with people like this and made life difficult for those who have liked things the way they used to be (Prendergast needed 9 iterations of transfered votes to cross the 50% barrier last election).  And her newly named successor/predecessor Blumsky never had to win under STV.  So she’ll try to remove that obstacle to the dynasty’s well being next month while everyone is worrying about politics of a different sort.

And Kakariki has applied the reduce, reuse, recycle ethic to birthday presents

I recently had a birthday and it was very interesting the conversations that arose when I requested that people give me something handmade (by them or someone else) or nothing at all. Not only did some of my friends surprise me with their hidden creativity, but we had some great chats about the old saying ‘it’s the thought that counts’. After all, what do you think you’re saying you think about your friend, if you give them a cheap, plastic, throw away trinket made in a sweatshop? Personally, I’d rather get no gift.