Blog N2

Ever had the notion to live in New Zealand? Do you have some nice pictures in your mind of those isles? I lived there for more than fifty years of my life, but fell in love with a foreigner, the process of which, naturally enough requiring to discover this new heart-course, meant I went and lived in her world for a while. Great; I'm totally happy with that; returned to briefly settle up my affairs, and now I live away from NZ; the upshot of which is a set of rules preclude me from ever getting a pension from those microcephalic prisoners of the bureaucratic gaggle of idiots known as the New Zealand Government. Which begs the question 'what happened to the IQ of the population there, and how did they let whatever intelligence they had left fall under the spell of the worthless dross who've finagled their way into control of what should have been a fine little country?'
I first had suspicions about this when I was asked to run for a political party there when I was just twenty years old, in the mid sixties. (Apparently the country needed 'people like me'...) About that time too, I read William A Robinson's book about his cruise around the world as a young man in a small yacht, where he disparaged the administration of small Pacific islands by the low grade of bureaucrat New Zealand had chosen to inflict on them. I'd also witnessed my sole encounter with assisting the NZ law, concerning some criminal activity I had happened to have a possible lead about, and saw the entire effort of the police turned upon my family. There is only so much one can take of this sort of bullshit. I took it for far too long. But I had to be living there to meet this love of my life.. Yes, NZ is a great little place, but it is totally fucked by the pricks who run it; it always was, it always will be. Visit it if you will, but don't stay there. Life's little twists and turns are not assisted by fifty years of paying them some enormous taxes. They're thieves there. Watch out. Nuff said.

Blog J2

Since I wrote Blog J, the golden girl has retired from athletics and returned her Olympic Gold Medals. New event? The Retro Olympic Ceremony? The Silvers get a Gold, and some really good athlete, unable to get a podium ever, gets pulled off the delivery truck he now drives, to get a Bronze which would have changed the course of his/her career had this all happened four years ago.... the golden girl has, of course spent all her money, soaked the contracts and endorsements, shed a tear for her honesty, and returns to her mansion in the sun. All the big time drug people I ever encountered were above the law, by being smarter lawyers, or crushed by the law, being pulled off their luxurious perches by loose lipped friends and the police special branch, or OF the law, being police in need of an extra buck and distributing their drug recoveries further downstream for a wee profit. So how much are we achieving here? The joy of watching an athlete surpass a pinnacle is a big deal; ALL the drug companies have experts formulating ALL the drugs, and ALL the regulators have ALL the athletes being tested for SOME  of the effluents of these substances. Lets forget it? Let those who want to take drugs do so; those who don't, just refrain, and those too young, just continue to do what they like, and perhaps we can have those non-drugged athletes just doing their thing because they like doing it, and those who want to be on the podium no matter what just go ahead and do it, and we can admire WHO WE CHOOSE, as long as the TV coverage just doesn't cover the first three, as, I fear, it is the media's idolatry of the front three that has caused this nonsense in the first place. Athletics needs to be mixed with money? Money needs winners? Winners need drugs? Drugs need proponents? Proponents need money? Just do the math. I want to watch athletics. Nuff said.