Day 29

Where's your story Blair Jackson?
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Don't give the jerks your oxygen 

To a community full of complaints, sick jokes need explaining. 

Statistics, meddled with, thrown in our face, justifying their next rotten hand out.

The beautiful, standing proud, telling us what's needed next.

The smarmy, swallowing their security whole.

By the time the jerks' joke's revealed, the explaints have used up all our carbon dioxide.

Could my garden possibly grow on only oxygen?

It's worth a try.

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I don't go in for the notion that whatever will be will be. 

But I accept, and celebrate, that many within All Us Moderates keep themselves safe by holding that attitude.

'Each to their own' is our vitality.

I think that we create our future.

Let's consider the next twenty years in the context of the next five hundred, imagining New Zealand as long term prosperous, safe, beautiful, and friendly.

All Us Moderates are coming through a psychological battle of epic proportions.
In general, we've done really well.
We refused to let her divide us.

Now we simply need a few at the roaring end to do their thing.
It won't happen without feisty sort of leadership, and that cannot proceed without the balancing acts of the many unbelligerent amongst us.
Then our 'whatever will be will be-ers' will have an option of voting for hope.

We need to kick to touch every leader who represents outside our cocoon of All Us Moderates.
Sometimes that might mean voting differently to our usual choice.

A thinking Kiwi cannot expect that the same vote all through his life will contribute goodness and hope to his personal legacy.