Protest at Parliament is our latest long-running soap opera
Jane Bowron is a Christchurch-based freelance writer and general columnist for Stuff. Columnist for television news for three decades, she is the author of two books.
OPINION: Since the Christchurch earthquakes I have been prepared and had a stock of food, water etc ready to deal with emergencies.
So packing up a kit for shadow lock when the Omicron storm hits is business as usual. Except I didn’t quite factor in my greed.
It’s all very well to be prepared for the siege, but when you know there are goodies in your stash, that nagging voice in your head keeps urging you to step into supplies that were meant to last you forever. weeks.
Enjoy this chocolate why not you? Break another piece and continue another row. After all, nothing is too good for workers, if you have work.
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* The struggle to trade our freedoms for the greater good
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The next thing you know is you’re walking your overloaded, non-inflation-indexed credit card to the supermarket to neurotically top up things you normally wouldn’t have considered buying. Whatever the normal times.
I can’t believe I’m eating chocks and “chaws”, as my grandfather called lollipops, after a pleasure-depriving adult life. But you must have something to chew on to help you swallow what you watch on the evening news – our New Zealand version of Up down, of Parliament upstairs and the villagers downstairs in the newly created village in the mosh pit.
Deciphering the mixed messages coming from the field pig encounter group on the Houses lawn and watching how tense it gets in the tents is Molesworth Streetthe latest long-running soap opera to compete Shortland Street.
The compliant Triple Vaxxed team, who duly obeyed and sucked her in, watch and wonder where to park their growing anger at the outrages, like the former he-man tow truck drivers, who happily dragged our cars, stalked them. confiscated and charged through the nose for their release, now too scared to face the Molesworth Street thugs.
Watching news center Political editor Jenna Lynch pours scorn on Police Commissioner Andrew Coster, – who some call ‘Cuddles’ Coster – after he begged towies to tow the motorcade that crippled a town, was a comment straight out of the playbook by Tova O’Brien. One can only imagine the benched O’Brien’s frustration at not being able to deliver on the debacle due to a trade order restriction delaying the start date of his new media gig.
Then there’s the normalization of the noose, the appearance of a hanging rope in the mosh pit, a grotesque visual prop that the Vaxxed team is supposed to ignore and mentally adapt by putting in some sort of morally proportionate bankrupt because of some genuine complaints from disenfranchised protesters.
Don’t blur the lens here. There is some understanding of these complaints and losses because no matter what side or team you’ve been on since Covid hit, most of us have lost something. However, being tolerant of the regular appearance of a noose and turning a blind eye to hateful slogans and cries carries the risk of crime by association.
The desecration of the shared space of Parliament grounds, the uprooting of plants and the digging of ditches on lands that are sacred to us all, are heartbreaking to watch. But not as heartbreaking as watching Omicron wade through a crowd of unmasked, unvaccinated protesters and their unprotected children. This will be the worst reality TV show of all.