Here I am day two of what I am trialing as a new regime. However still in my pjs, as our friends at Mainland say, good things take time. Yesterday, still getting over stomach virus, enough said on that subject.
I did however call John Tamiere and Willy Jackson on radio live in a pathetic attempt to put across my views, I failed miserably as my nerves made my tongue tied and total brain disconection.
In Nz yesterday the goverment announced their big save the nation vote winner, together with fonterra and sanitarium they are going to give poor kiwi kids a breakfast of weetbix and milk at decile one through to four schools, oh John Key you are indeed our saviour!
I know many would say women are hard to please but am I the only one who thinks this reeks of spin, backhands and whitey high fives?
I mean heck, $5 for butter $12 for cheese, how about regulate those prices? No tax on fruit and vege?
For some time now with what I see every day I have decided on a course of action and spoken of it whenever I get a chance. There is too much us and them. CH and I work hard to provide a healthy warm environment for our girls, provide as many opportunities as we can for education and sport and we have been continually going backwards financially for years, in debt to the eye balls and we are not living a life of excess, hell we cannot even afford sky Tv and I still feel the hole that the food channel left, managed to fill the hole with food, mostly high in sugar, sigh.
I started to realise there was a problem when I was bitter about feral parents children getting a free breakfast, when we could do with help. No we are just cannon fodder, working class dum dumbs.
I started stamping my feet and saying my taxes was paying for Rangi's parents to get pissed and not for food in his tummy or warm clothes and then we feed him, Take away their dole money! That willmlearn em!
Riciculous if course, Rangi suffers more.
Weetbix and milk, pish, feels a little like John threw us a chop to shut us up and kept the roast. Token gesture full of excretement!
Save Nz.....pants on fire.
We need lunches in schools, proper wholesome meals, sit down meals with high reguard to manners and appreciation, this will give a more community feel, encourage respect with the expectation that a child deserves and is worthy of being fed and not a drain on their Mums booze money and hopefully when this generation goes forth and lives a contibuting life they will give their children what they need.
Forget their feral looser parents, you cant help these people, oh my the stories I could tell on the state of some of the people up here and what they do to each other. Stuff of nightmares but very very real.
Rant over, I am off to propose a deal, details tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Bugger me I made it
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