Tis Friday!
A regular Friday. Not yet the "every second Friday" the government pays us to take a training day, or whatever that idea was. Just when TEC is shrinking, they think of another plan to replace those lost government jobs with new government jobs. Self improvement every two weeks? I'm in some form of training every day (in the general sense). Don't get any government assistance for it though. Not looking for any either.
Seems to me the blogs are picking up a bit. After a bit of a hiatus, the old issues are crawling out of the woodwork. ACC. Foreshore and Seabed. A new "Iwi Tax" as slippery as the eels they are taxing, via Fishers of Eels. Bill of Rights. Section 92A. New reasons for bludging. Labour moaning that they aren't in power....
This week, it's a bit of a moan at Phil Goff, their leader, the future Prime Minister and therefore heir apparent, apparently. But it's not really Phil that they are moaning about. They just miss the government benches.
Sure, they may feel better by putting him against the wall and shooting him, but it will not solve the basic issue. They miss the smell of a government press release in the morning. They miss being listened to.
That's why Maharey went back to school. Helen is courting the United Nations and Dr Cullen is stacking his cushions, ready for a new cushy job.
No problem, tomorrow is Saturday. Job Pages.
A regular Friday. Not yet the "every second Friday" the government pays us to take a training day, or whatever that idea was. Just when TEC is shrinking, they think of another plan to replace those lost government jobs with new government jobs. Self improvement every two weeks? I'm in some form of training every day (in the general sense). Don't get any government assistance for it though. Not looking for any either.
Seems to me the blogs are picking up a bit. After a bit of a hiatus, the old issues are crawling out of the woodwork. ACC. Foreshore and Seabed. A new "Iwi Tax" as slippery as the eels they are taxing, via Fishers of Eels. Bill of Rights. Section 92A. New reasons for bludging. Labour moaning that they aren't in power....
This week, it's a bit of a moan at Phil Goff, their leader, the future Prime Minister and therefore heir apparent, apparently. But it's not really Phil that they are moaning about. They just miss the government benches.
Sure, they may feel better by putting him against the wall and shooting him, but it will not solve the basic issue. They miss the smell of a government press release in the morning. They miss being listened to.
That's why Maharey went back to school. Helen is courting the United Nations and Dr Cullen is stacking his cushions, ready for a new cushy job.
No problem, tomorrow is Saturday. Job Pages.