As everyone in the world is now aware, the Deputy PM In Waiting and Minister of Symbolically Futile Gestures, David Seymour, finally got to introduce his Who’s In Charge, C’Mon Really, Work It Out bill into Parliament. Seymour has already pointed out most people have misconstrued the actual translation of Te Tiriti and last week in the House proclaimed his bill would usher in a new error in race relations in this country. Surprisingly, no one else who rose to speak agreed.
Some went further, performing an impromptu haka, which prompted the Speaker to suspend proceedings. Because, as everyone – or everyone with a vested interest in the continuation of the Westminster system – knows, the haka is for use only on solemn occasions such as rugby games and netball games and other games; certainly not in a place where people are there to protect their own personal interests, often through the vagaries of an electoral system that doesn’t represent the views of 94% of the population.
Outside the echo chambers, in the real world, a large percentage of the real world was mightily pissed off with the amount of airtime Seymour had been getting so decided to embark on a hikoi in protest, attracting a huge amount of support along the way as it travelled the lengths of NZ.
The hikoi attracted some detractors of its own, including the Density Church who organised an alt-hikoi to show that you don’t need a life-long grievance to get out and protest, just some half-arsed belief in a superior being who needs 10 per cent of what you earn.
Another detractor, in a masterclass of first-rate political analysis in the NZHerlad, wrote that the hikoi was doomed to fail because while the marchers had a point (but they didn’t really, c’mon, who won the wars) they’d held up a handful of Auckland commuters on the Harbour Bridge and in democracy, if you delay traffic, you’re a commie fascist something something.
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