Peter Dunne, Spending Cap & the Fortress Of Legislation / Plus Euthanasia; Marriage Equality.

The government has had to shelve Rodney Hide’s ‘old’ Spending Cap Bill because the Minister of Taking by Totalitarian Means, Peter Dunne, won’t support it.

This is a travesty.

Before continuing it’s important to state that the Bill itself was pure doublespeak, regardless. It only claimed to limit spending increases to the rate of inflation (which Government/Reserve Bank, have a surprising amount of influence over) and population increases. So it was not a spending cap at all, just an attempted, largely symbolic, brake on the rate of government spending increases, across spending that currently sits on a massive 44% of GDP.

But symbolism does have a place in the context of this Bill, and the Minister of Taking not signing up to it has an additional symbolism again, because for him it is a conflict of interest as it bears on taxpayers, who should not just be worried, but angry, about this. He is effectively saying he does not have to responsibly constrain spending, because as Minister of Taxing he can simply force entry and sack the bank accounts of private enterprise and individuals. And handing the temptation to spend, with the means to achieve it, to a crusading politician is like letting a kid immured of Generation Obesity, loose in a lolly shop.

Mr Dunne, of course, doesn’t see it like this. His spin is, quote: ‘...the spending cap was ''part of an unnecessary right-wing agenda'' and was not consistent with constitutional principles which prevented one parliament binding another.’ Oh dear.

Quite apart from the fact you joined up to a right-wing government with supposedly (though mostly laughingly) a right-wing agenda, so showing ‘coalition’ is really just about the electorate double-cross and hypocrisy, this is symbolic, yet, of something far worse, because it’s philosophical. For this demonstrates the Minister has his head so far up the politick, he’s blinded to where his feet are; trampling on the bowed and broken heads of those current, and as yet unborn, taxpayers, this irresponsible no-constraints spending binds to tax slavery, and to his department. Aren't their interests what he is representing?

Taxpayers have to get the feeling that the Fortress of Legislation, where ominously Mr Cunliffe is waiting in the wings for 2014, has become a thing unto itself for the careers and egos of the compromised crusaders holed up in there who force the theocracy of state on the lives of free men. Though that's democracy, faulty; not one of those crusaders represent me, albeit I'm one of the serfs forced to pay for them, and the disastrous consequences of their decisions. Even taking this last week, none who daily pontificate and barbarically joust in there seem to understand the mere fact that they are debating the right they arrogantly feel they have to meddle in the grown-up relationships of consenting adults who are harming no one, and soon on whether, should I get struck down, with no quality of life, and thus wanting to die with dignity, my wife holding my hand without fear of criminal prosecution, is in itself, an offence to free, civilised men. There is no debate needed on this by our Masters. Neither of those issues has anything to do with them, or anyone outside ourselves and our loved ones: they are matters solely of personal sovereignty. The fact politicians are debating such fundamental issues attaching to the individual, is further proof we do not own our lives in this kindy of a country.

And if you want my opinion to end with: this doublespeak spending cap, which is not even a cap on spending, is next to useless, even if in some future period it gets in, no thanks to Mr Dunne; government spending needs to be slashed before we join Europe and the US, as another cot case born of Keynesian socialism, and the social chaos that now entails for them. It's time to sack the Fortress from its foundations - in our minds - and reclaim our lives as sovereign states unto ourselves. And so with this crick in my neck from paying Tuesday’s provisional tax instalment, I’ll go off and do something constructive, trying not to think of Mr Dunne in his lolly shop of my wallet …