Pork and Puha

On July 5th or 6th, 2000, I ordered a Mac’s Gold at the Toot ‘n’ Whistle in Picton.

In New Zealand there is facility to put the goverment under interim administration.  When a hegemonic goverment is prorogued, unconstitutional, and self-serving there must be a mechanism to restore the interest of society.

In Fiji, the sweet sun-ripened vegetarians placed by a Victorian government began to violate the native rights of the settled inhabitants of those islands – a precursor to events in New Zealand where the problem is the police.  George Speight had a right to state his case.  Now there has been a military coup in Fiji.

Ask Ron Marks about the men who looked like the statue called Iwo Jima outside the Beehive and to whom he pointed them out.

Perhaps Fiji is being barred from contributing to the spread of peace in the world because Helen Clark, now at the United Nations in New York, is one of those minions of the germanic, vandalising Victorian adherents of Nietzche and Weishaupt.  They, like their arch-nemesis brothers, divide the world into black and white and expect all to conform to their pyramidic satrapy.

The anti-pope Benedict XVI, heretic and sinister wretch, attempts to perpetrate evil indications and divine intervention under the surface of words of love and life.  His order is corrupt and through action and inaction prevents the achievement of healthy and enjoyable life for a large proportion of the world.  His sick mentality extends to microwaving members of Clan Chattan.

Horticulture and Agriculture

Straight from the office of small-minded New Zealanders comes John Keys’ fantastic idea, a ‘global alliance’ to promote horticulture and agriculture. Apparently he and his heroin-addict lady friend, the feared East German überhag Helen Clark, have so disappointed the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that they, MFA, have decided to argue that all peoples have the right to get high. John Key sees this as a new opportunity to bludge money off other people so his chums can disprove the existence of the sun and probably convinced himself it was his idea while stoned and arranging for yours truly to get arrested for possession of marijuana. Maybe he wants to research the reason Kurt Wendelborn’s farts smell the way they do – mutant phospholipase allele? We’ve already done the math, the geographics, the genetics, the biochemistry, and the grain bowl analysis – dirty poo chewers from Germany with a link to the temple of Baal and the home of Babylon, east of Palestine which is east of Egypt which is west of the place that that Jewish guy called Palestine.

The consumerist version of the Global Alliance for Peace, an Inconvenient Truth (I was right, George Washington lied — so when is it okay to not say anything?), and the sensible idea to not allow any genetic modification but in flowers until we have people check the flowers for negative auras?

Quit stealing my stuff.  Give it back.