Day 35
PP Story 2

I wondered at myself not contacting Clair. I felt in awe of the three Auckland mums who started Voices for Freedom. I was probably afraid that Claire would fob me off too.

Also, I had questions about VFF. How come they were so strong?
Over time I've come to the conclusion that VFF was only ever Kiwis loosely coming together and with some high achievers in the background working very hard.

My take is different to VFF. I've always lived resiliently anyway. I don't need lessons in finding community and what not.
The difference is that I am talking about how All Us Moderates could form a new major party in time for elections 2023.
Perhaps they are too, I don't know.

What I believe in foremost, for our national politics, is to simply let families be, while running a strong decisive minimal government on science and common sense.

Shortly after returning to our Parliament camp, I was wandering around and telling the odd person that I'd just been assaulted by Police. Eventually somebody introduced me to Chantelle Baker. She videoed me waffling.

 

I had the impression that Chantelle had been doing her citizen journalism for years. I remember thinking how lucky she was to have such supportive parents.
Only recently have I realised that the PP was Chantelle's debut into big deals.
Recently I saw an interview of Chantelle with Sean Plunket (The Platform). Excellent.

Even then, while blabbing to Chantelle, I felt that I was the antidote to her, and I appreciated the opportunity to practise public speaking under duress. I was quite traumatised I think. Lots of us were, yet everything ran so well.

 

I believe that there will be many unspoken testimonies from the protest. That's how trauma works.
It may be a long time for some, especially our youth, to really make sense of what we went through, and what we are still going through.

 

At home previously, I had tried contacting the convoy organiser from Invercargill. I had heard him speak on media. But I couldn't find a contact and I've now forgotten the name. He sounded like a salt of the earth kind of man.

Everything about the PP was loose and civilised, just as it should be for us with the Kiwi spirit.  

The week after I was home again I stood on the corner at Tay Street to cheer on another convoy going through.

I'd heard of Liz Gunn prior to this year and thought she was probably a nut case.
You know how I got that notion.

More recently I discovered Liz's videos. What a genuine lady! I love it how she makes no apology for her compassion. She doesn't tone it down, and it's strong.
There is a video of a local teacher who had her first jab and reacted very badly. She was denied an exemption and lost her job. She had multiple hospital visits.
This woman experienced doctors finally acknowledging that she was jab injured and dare not take another one - only to refrain from recording this on her medical records.

Liz Gunn enables the authentic voices that we need to hear.
I wish she would now stop asking Kiwis to look down the camera to her.
Just ignore her now.

I haven't watched Stuff's Fire and Fury. I don't need to, and I couldn't continue after seeing the first few minutes of it.
Just could not.
I know that Penfold's work was propaganda supreme by how it was described in the Voices for Freedom emails, and by a tidbit in one of Liz's videos. It's also confirmed by how Stuff treats me and by how Stuff is not covering this local election season in general, and now by ODT's Ben Tomsett's behaviour.

Apart from all that, everyone knows that Stuff and co lied about the PP and are at pains to shut down the Majority voice, whatever it is that the Majority voice would gently like to say.

I am a definite and affirmative action kind of person and, in between times, just quiet.

Come to the public meeting this Sunday and see for yourself how easy it is to be yourself* while we get rid of this PM that is not us.

*violence free - I am tolerating an insult to have to write this line. It probably raises my blood pressure.

Yesterday I took advantage of a free blood pressure reading at the library.

The nurse took two readings because the first take was high. She had told me not to talk, but I couldn't waste an opportunity. She was a captive audience, so I told her that I'm for zero rate increases above inflation.

The second time, I obeyed the nurse's instructions and took myself away to a desert island. This time my blood pressure was as normal as the ordinary Kiwi I am.

The nurse said that being passionate about something tends to raise your blood pressure.

There's no way I can comment on her prepared talk about the ending of mandates and mask wearing.
However, I can take a meaningful action in a way that suits my personality.
Come along and see.

Dear Blair -
He that perceives no risk has no shame.

Ben?
I know you're playing too.