Day 52

This post is going to be a jumble of all things important.

My family need me here.

There are strange things going on in our country.
I have seen this all my life, but I was young and then little for too long.
I am a survivor, which is more widely known than is normal for a quiet survivor's life, and we have cowards in New Zealand.

The Freemasons, and other old boys' networks, are influential with tentacles, and with very sad individuals.

I remember trying to say elsewhere that I wouldn't have entered this race if I even remotely suspected that I would be harmed.

Isn't it nice that King Charles freezes out his evil doing brother?

I used to lay very low in life. I always felt that I was a servant leader for some time in the future. If that's wasted I won't mind, because I know I'm not indispensable and because I'm giving this my all.

These thoughts are a jumble in the telling and if I spoke them it would come out too intense.

Do you know the saying - let the dead bury their own dead? OK, I'm giving this a try - an explanation, from the depth of honouring my elders, which is very very deep.

Let's say for example that some sort of afterlife is unavoidable - that you don't get to opt out even if you want to. (Me personally - I don't know. Can any of us know with certainty?)

Let's imagine the boomers (those with 'that' attitude which is wrecking us) in an afterlife where they have to watch the death of our democracy here in New Zealand and where they finally see for themselves how they were the providers of anarchy, fear, oppression and unprecedented selfishness. Wouldn't the boomers be horrified, and ashamed, and wishing that they could try again, with a turned back clock, and do things differently - or wishing that more intelligent minds had over ridden their nonsense at the time?

Is there truly rest for individuals who never fully learnt and practised emotional intelligence? I guess it's an age old question. It's one which has always been important in my mind.

Why don't I lay aside the criticisms and put it to the boomers gently? I did and I did and I did. They don't listen, unless you've got them by the balls, and I was too shy.

Eventually they were gotten hard, but never shamed. This is the community's present job. I can lead it, largely because I know how to respect the boomers and simultaneously stop their attitude from wrecking the immediate future. That is the only way to truly respect them as they deserve.

Stuff is evil. We need to make the boomers ashamed over this.

Stuff has been happening that, if I share it, it would negatively affect my credibility for this politics bid.

Please be aware that political prisoners is a thing in our country and that the boomers and their acolytes cover over evil even before their victim can be widely enough known.

I am asking you to make me widely known country wide. It can only help. Either I'll get mocked, which I have no fear about, then unknown again, or I'll get the protection that I deserve due to 'too many Kiwis knowing'.

I can't say nothing. You won't know unless I've told you. I am not suffering from depression.
What I mean is, I wouldn't take myself out.

People power.

I would not have joined this race if I hadn't seen (foreseen really) we, the Majority as ready. I couldn't have, because that would be either too depressing or hysterical in its transience. I wouldn't have bothered trying. I'm too old for those games; my brain having begun its shrinkage a while ago already.

The vindication for my particular foreseeing is that I have grown during the campaign - more peaceful and now quite sure that I could do the mayor job of a culture change with us. 

I cannot foresee the necessary willingness though, because that's not my business.
Willingness occurs via the moments that do not belong to me.

Properly insulting the boomers now is vital to the survival of our democracy. There are new ways of gently moving forward democratically but our children will not gain the emotional intelligence necessary unless we pay up, now, our loving belligerence due to society. That's how life through the ages works. Each generation must emerge as more emotionally intelligent than the previous. If the boomers and their enablers of childishness are offended by this, then so be it. We are not their martyrs. They can get stuffed whenever that's their attitude. Remember, there are many boomers who also belong with All Us Moderates and cannot wear this cap I am suggesting for them. We really are the Majority.

Ross Ardern never learnt from his role in the dawn raids.

Go figure, regarding the traitor.

Daddy's girl.

I say f--- that.

I recently told a fellow that I'm not depressed and he took it to mean that if the media puts out about me that I'm mentally unstable it would be a pity regarding politics, and that it's on the cards because of historic slurs upon my life via my wider clan and influential people.

I wasn't thinking of potential media woes (which it appears I am still keeping ahead of at this point). I was referring to my physical safety.

If Matiu Te Huki had passed me the microphone that February afternoon on the people's stage, things could have been positively different for all of us by now. We could have already turned this one particular corner the majority of us can see not far ahead.
Just saying.
I was as ready then for whatever it is as I am now.

I must admit, Graham Philip is on my mind a lot, and not only because of my concern for him and his family. It seems that all he did was to be his normal people loving personality, and now we the public are not even allowed to know what he is convicted of.

I wore my distinctive sun shining hat the whole time I was at Parliament. This is not a random statement.

Somebody suggested that I should continue writing post election; this person was opining that my philosophy and motivation is a majority. 

Would you believe that at the end of every day I feel that I'll not have anything more to write about - that I'm finished, and over it actually. Each day's end has me thinking that I won't be needing my phone or our computer any more. And then the next morning, I wake up again.

My stories are ready to meld with the political Majority, I am certain, and I would like a break from writing.

The vast majority of us have healthy stories of slow and steady personal growth, therefore we can easily achieve a collective story of political saving grace.

Neo progression.
Everything is as old as the hills and as fresh as the next thought in individual minds.

Btw, please go ahead and quote anything from my work, anywhere. I have no requirement that it be formally attributed to me. It would be the most fun if my original work is not acknowledged as mine. I can imagine the above paragraph being meaningful for many, especially because, last night, I saw the statistics of my blog readership. I didn't know what to expect, but it was higher than I expected.

Perhaps this one too ---
There is no such thing as a person before his time.
Each of us is here exactly for this time in history.
Nobody could in the future say with integrity that so and so was before his time.

We are in a social revolution for sure.
We shouldn't feel incredulous about it.
We should enjoy ourselves (just quietly and steadily - but not slowly!), and then the necessary revolution really will be happening.

It's about the next twenty years at this beginning of The Next 500.

I doubt that it matters that I can't find places for my STOP 3 Waters banners.
It might, though.

We are not the martyrs of any minority, no matter what their demands, and the Majority needs no martyr.

Let me do the mere job of a culture change with us.