Respite

One cannot escape ones childhood entirely. One can still hold fond hopes for enthusiasms of ones childhood to bear fruit. Still, eh, a win against 10 men gets the Glorious Westham United out "out of the drop zone" and is still 3 points. Yes, they won, but how long can this go on?!?!? Also this win will not be seen on NZ TV screens due to the international conspiracy against showing Westham United on unless they lose.
TV presenter (struggling to keep a straight face): "Westham United were not so lucky as a team of of Circus clowns beat them 6-0 in the Circus Clown Premier league today"
Why are you looking at me like that?!?!?!?!
Sadly they tend to drop their bottle after Christmas.

Can't you liberals take a joke?

One of the more loathsome people in our national discourse is the Mayor of Wanganui, Michael Laws. Talk Radio host and former MP he is never short of cheeky bon mot about how the underclass should be sterilised so that they don't clutter up society with their countless spawn. Here but, of course,now, he says he didn't say it.

Rather than suggesting paying people to get sterilised, Laws says he in fact suggested that “it would be far better for this appalling underclass to be offered financial inducements not to have children”.

Oh, the perils of not engaging the brain before letting the rabid extremist express, leave the siding. But then we have the classic New Zild politician dodge, "It's the media. Just because I was advocating eugenics and still do but more politely, they pick on me"
I believe that it is not fair and a Liberal plot as any fule know.
Still Mr. Laws is under some pressure these days as the ombudsman awards certificates to school children who wrote impolite letters to him, QUESTIONING HIS AUTHORITAH!!!

Here goes

Well this is it. The first post will, of course, be a poem and about Light. Who would've thought?

Light.

The first light I thought about
was Australian light.
Hard light, diamond light.
At the end of a day it has a pressure on your shoulder.
Chops out your eyes.
But the clarity before then is unequaled.
Then I heard about New Zealand light
soft light blurring the edges
gentle light
full of blues and greens.
My kind of light.
Lately I've read a book
where a good scientist says
he saw the Green Flash at sunset where the sky goes green
for a second.
He went looking
and found that perfect second.
Someone told me later
that there are two types of light.
The normal light
everyday stuff,
that's all around us.
shows us what we want to see. What we expect to see.
The other light is raw, unfiltered stuff,
shows you the flaws the dangers,
another reality.
I saw the second light last week,
out driving.
Nothing made sense, who were these people in their cars
where were they going and why were they so angry?
I could not see them as people, did not understand.
Their whole system based on ceaseless movement,
was alien.
Then I blinked or realised what had happened, it was gone
and I understood again, accepted again
was back in the world.
I would like to see that light again, but I don't think that we choose it.
Like a storm it moved on leaving odd wreckage behind.
And the old landscape made more vital.