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Accentuating the Liberal in Classical Liberal: Advocating Ascendency of the Individual & a Politick & Literature to Fight the Rise & Rise of the Tax Surveillance State. 'Illigitum non carborundum'.

Liberty and freedom are two proud words that have been executed from the political lexicon: they were frog marched and stood before a wall of blank minds, then forcibly blindfolded, and shot, with the whimpering staccato of ‘equality’ and ‘fairness’ resounding over and over. And not only did this atrocity go unreported by journalists in the mainstream media, they were in the firing squad.

The premise of this blog is simple: the Soviets thought they had equality, and welfare from cradle to grave, until the illusory free lunch of redistribution took its inevitable course, and cost them everything they had. First to go was their privacy, after that their freedom, then on being ground down to an equality of poverty only, for many of them their lives as they tried to escape a life behind the Iron Curtain. In the state-enforced common good, was found only slavery to the prison of each other's mind; instead of the caring state, they had imposed the surveillance state to keep them in line. So why are we accumulating a national debt to build the slave state again in the West? Where is the contrarian, uncomfortable literature to put the state experiment finally to rest?

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Sunday, September 13, 2015

[Quick] Dirge on the Miracle that is Wine, Despite Efforts of the Bastards in Bureaucracy.

[Trigger warning for the Identity Politickers & Conservatives – profanity and swearing.]

When we’re on any of our six months spent yearly in the Mahau Sound we drink wine, lots and lots of wine, because we’re happy.

When we’re on any of our six months existing for the job in Geraldine, we drink lots and lots of wine, because it cheers us up.

It’s the miracle drug.

Keep this in mind when viewing us driving home from the Mahau to Geraldine this Saturday, in our church as we head south - a half café, half winery sharing the same building - and we order our lunch with a bottle of wine from the café, but due to no off-licence are told if we don’t finish said wine we can’t take it away with us; whereas if I take a half step to the right, at the winery am told yes we can buy that same bottle of wine from their counter and take it away, but we cannot consume it on the premises. Noting that buying our wine by the glass at $10 a pop, so turning a $38 bottle into a $70 expense, would be preposterous.

So what do we do? We buy the bottle of wine with the meal, of course, and in this unusual sitting I don’t feel like my share – Mrs H and I are quite competitive over a bottle – but I have to drink it on principle, anyway, because of the principle. So all the regulatory wowserism leading to Labour MP Iain Wowser-Lees-Galloway, and his pointless halved blood alcohol limit which hasn’t saved a life, but ruined what was left of jobs and dreams in rural hospitality, made me drink more than I wanted to.

The unintended consequences of control-freaks making law upon law upon law to control us with, then admonishing and penalising private individuals who might try to join the dots back to good sense (such as, 'if you don't finish it, stuff the bottle under your shirt when you leave, and ensure we don't see.' ... No one told us that, see? Because if they had, someone would lose their livelihood - that's how evil these Iain Wowser-Lees-Galloways are.)

So if you’re feeling a bit down or a bit happy: have a glass of the miracle wine. [Also noteworthy, Rachel Hunter's beauty program this Wednesday gone on the Greek Island of Ithaca, where the small population comprises over 80 centenarians, some 111 and 112 years old, who put their longevity down to unprocessed food and the preservative effects of strong wine - they make their reds 16% proof [heaven!)] .

And if you want to see a complete pack of bastards who live contrary to the celebration of life, go view the spiteful, killjoy children playing in the sandpit of our Fortress of Legislation in Wellington, or the office of any government department - affixing in your mind, The Lord of the Flies.

Because - talking of bastards - don't forget this (in the New Zealand context):

A Government that chooses to fob off the euthanasia debate we all want to a select committee so it can – they hope - die under the chair of a man trained for the seminary is an arrogant middle finger showing to the rights of all of us. Its mandate is pointless, its timeframe - for every individual who would choose to avail themselves of a dignified death now, and who cannot wait - obscene.

But anyway, to wine, and meddling arseholes; I raise my glass to the first, my middle finger to the bureaucrats.

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