“Two sheds” that expose the puerility of political power
You’ve probably read abut the circus-and-a-half now going on down at Queens Wharf, the on-again off-again with-sheds or without location and locus of the politicians’ Party Central and Rugby World Cup “fanzone.” The circus is probably best summarised by David Slack:
“Mr Key, Mr McCully. Embarrassing you couldn't organise one on wharf. Might still look OK if you can manage one in brewery.”
You have to laugh.
But think about this for a moment. Every three years you and your friends troop into the polling booth, and vote to give more power to politicians to plan your life. Maybe every time you do you should think about the circus politicians make about a simple piss-up. If the political process can’t plan that, why would you want it planning your life?
But maybe you think agree they can’t (and shouldn’t) plan your life, and shouldn’t be allowed to try—but you still think they’re the best ones to plan where so much of the country’s money is spent.
Well, quite apart from the morality of that notion (whose money?), hasn’t the revelations of their credit card spending rather exploded that notion for you as well?
So perhaps every time you find yourself thinking to yourself, “we” need to do this and “we” need to do that, just think instead of those two sheds on that windswept wharf and the stuff up they’ve already made trying to organise one down there … and think again.
Labels: Queens Wharf