Tuesday, July 05, 2011

The Silent Deficit

Sue Bradford is rightly pissed off that the public's news segment is reduced to penguin soap opera (It's a boy!) and the "Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi! Oi! Oi! Oi!" upselling of the Heineken Mastercard Rugby World Cup. Frankly, there are more important matters that need urgent attention.

Forget the penguin, forget the rugby. Forget, even, the Springbok Tour for a moment. Forget the whatever umpteenth million being borrowed by the gummint on the fiscal deficit, because all these things are fulcrumed by the will of the people. The popular vote is the only true leverage the public has against the government. The erosion of this collective power is called the Democratic Deficit. What is at stake is all our futures.

The opiated albatross of a gullible public reduced to Reality TV manipulation of their senses and sensibilities is a tragic thing to behold. Let them eat Sky TV, the punters will be entertained and compliant. Civic engagement requires time and energy for investigation and consideration. We've all had a hard day at work though, and right now we all just need to vege out.

Danyl at the Dim Post has demonstrated the erosion of public empowerment very nicely:


Lacking a source on his post, I fact-checked the graph and it's spot on to the figures.

The Electoral Commission has offered funding to investigate this sad phenomenon, urgently in the case of Youth and Maori lack of interest. Bryce Edwards is hoping to have a crack at this nutty issue tomorrow night in Wellington at my old workplace, the THC James Cook Hotel. Auckland gets a pew too. Check the link for details.

For my own part, I studied the Democratic Deficit as part of Prof Elizabeth McLeay's Honours course (Prior to my last serious mental breakdown of course, the Great Knowledge Brings Fear Collapse of '06). What did I learn for my troubles?

NZ has had a high vote participation rate up until the 1970's mainly due to the organisational strengths of Labour and National.

Unions were compulsory at the time and one of the advantages for Labour was that they had a readymade database of their electorate with which to turn out the vote. Pubs and Workingmen's Clubs, the men's dens of the working classes, proved apt marketplaces for political discourse. The pubs have since been de-sexed and made fit for high-chairs and baby strollers. The coarse and foul world of politics has no place in such family oriented climates and died out accordingly.

The only places with masses of people these days are the zombie churches of the malls, or the ferocious hunter-gathering in the supermarkets. These privately owned public spaces are dead air for political discussions, by order of management. Naomi Klein mourned this loss in No Logo.

As for National, the farmers had their federation, there was and still is the Rotary Clubs, the Freemasons, and the usual conservative networks such as the Catholic or Exclusive Brethren sects (The Anglicans tended to lean Labour, but not always). The doctors and lawyers have their unions as well, tarted up as guilds or associations more than as some kind of civic voting bloc.

But fewer potential National people are joining professional associations such as Rotary. Others have stopped believing in God, or at least are principled enough not to attend church gatherings purely for the lucrative networking pool and power it can bestow. And who in the hell wants to be a farmer who isn't one already? The Big Boys, that's who.

The disintegration of structured communities isn't the half of it. I've said it before but it's worth repeating:
Let's go back to 1984. New Zealand's closest relative to Robert Mugabe has just lost the snap election after successfully hiding the true scale of his totalitarian mismanagement of the economy. The incoming Labour administration has opened the books and gone omfg this is worse than than anyone ever imagined. It was as if they had been given a billion maxed-out credit cards and could barely afford the minimum payments. The debt collectors were very close to being called in.

Roger Douglas' economic revolution was a direct consequence of Muldoon's lack of fiscal transparency. State assets were not sold just for the hell of it. The country was so deep in the shit, the only hope lay in selling the silver to save the country from slipping from Second World to Third World. Restructuring by the Fourth Labour Government ensured New Zealand's place in the First World.

Fast forward to 1990. The Fourth Labour Government is going through loud and painful death rattles. With leadership changes happening with alarming regularity, the last thing it needs to advertise coming into an election is a massive fiscal blowout. Lo and behold, the Nats storm to victory in a landslide. Ruth Richardson opens the books and goes omfg this is worse than anyone imagined. It was as if a bank had given out credit cards to a billion monkeys and dropped them outside the Bananas-R-Us megamall.

Ruth Richardson's Mother of All Budgets was a direct consequence of Labour IV's lack of fiscal transparency. Welfare was cut back not out of any specific hatred of beneficiaries, but an urgent need to cut spending and trimming the less productive government programs where possible. Selling assets wasn't really an option as there wasn't much left of value that hadn't already been knocked off in the pawn shop.

By now, the General Electorate was thoroughly pissed off with politicians. Election manifestos were rightly viewed with cynicism and distrust as a history of broken promises piled up at the door of both main parties. The citizens vented their spleen by favouring a new system of representation, anything that would stop this violent lurching about from rattling the crockery.

In some respects, 1996 and the first MMP election was our twilight's last gleaming moment. Sick of politicians breaking promises on a regular basis, the electorate had hoped they had finally put a bridle on the bolting horse of majority rule.

The upcoming electoral referendum carries the fate of that choice. Even with Vote for Change's public self-mutilation, the MMP referendum that will probably entrench the existing system (with a tweak of MMP's nipples, comme toujours) also risks a possible challenger which would further damage the democratic process (I'm looking at you, SM. You're just FPP with a latex fetish).

Yes, politicians still lie, but the lies are of a smaller stature than the plague of whoppers we've had in the past. Yes, MMP still has its drawbacks, but on the whole it is a good balance between fairness and simplicity in a voting system. MMP has proven more transparent when politicians try for the Unbridled Power gambit these days. Just look at the disapproval the Nats have got for their abuse of urgency.

But that still doesn't address the issue of the Democratic Deficit, merely shown that the public has less reason to distrust politicians than usual. They're still staying away in droves. Maybe Winston Peters' dance of the seven veiled weeks of kingmaking after the 1996 election caused a public loss of faith in the new system by 1999, leading to voter turnout slightly lower than the apathetic 1990 and 1993 elections.

The once in a century low turnout in 2002 was probably a whole bunch of depressed National party supporters sitting out the election next to the depressed non-voting Labour supporters. Participation flinched upwards briefly as 2005 saw both main parties perform Herculean turnout drives of their respective votes. I fear the tide will recede again at this year's election.

So I'm keen to hear what Bryce Edwards has to say on the subject of the Democratic Deficit at the old THC tomorrow night. His interpretation of John Key's popularity - "Key almost perfectly personifies our anti- political and anti-ideological age,"- portends an Idiocracy-type future where porn and sports stars sit in the lawmaking seat. Dagg help us all. And a chocolate fish to the first MP to say "Ecomony."

Sunday, July 03, 2011

A Sunday trifecta

How's this for a fiesty three course brain feast:

Moshing for Jesus Soup - This SST story on part of Auckland's godiness.

A choice of The First Australians for an entree. They are all quite brutal flavours. Sydney is probably the mildest. Tasman's mania is certainly the most piquant of the lot.

For the main course, Restrepo.

Bonus Dessert - A Kate Bush chaser:

Saturday, July 02, 2011

SOEs, sods and the spirit level


"The policies pursued by Emperor Wu's government, both foreign and domestic, were by no means approved wholeheartedly by all Han officials. This was shown clearly by the discussion, held in 81 BC, on the merits and disadvantages of the iron and salt monopolies. A passage from one of the speeches made during its course deserves to be quoted, since it furnished, unintentionally, a telling illustration on the true nature of Chinese feudal society, valid not only for the Han, but equally for other eras as well.
Those who live in high walls and spreading mansions, broad chambers and deep rooms, know nothing of the discomforts of one-room huts and narrow hovels, of roofs that leak and floors that sweat.
Those with a hundred team of horses tethered in their stables and wealth heaped in their storehouses, who hoard up the old and stow away the new, do not know the anxiety of facing days that have a beginning but no end, of weighing goods by the pennyworth...
Those who recline on soft couches or felt mats, with servants and attendants crowding about them, know nothing of the hardships of a cartpuller or a boathauler, straining up the hills, dragging against the current...
Those who sit in the place of authority and lean on their writing desks, examine criminal charges brought before them and scribble their decisions, know nothing of the terror of the cangues and bonds, the pain of whips and rods.
The financial crisis to which Wu-ti's reign had given rise was, in reality, both the reflection and the cause of a still more important phenomenon - the social crisis. Its main manifestation was the steady growth of large landed estates at the expense of the peasants. The latter, debt-ridden due to increased taxation and in the hands of usurers, were impelled to sell their land, and often themselves and their families, becoming tenants, farm labourers or slaves. The reduction in the number of tax-paying landholders, in turn, worsened the government's financial position, since the large landowners were either exempt from taxation, or managed to swindle their way out of paying it."

- The Walled Kingdom; A History of China from 2000 BC to the Present, by Witold Rodzinski, 1984.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

The trial and persecution of Dakta Green

Tonight, Dakta Green is spending his second night in prison, the start of an eight month lag for convictions relating to The Daktory. I have just returned to the Wellington region after spending the last seven months living like it's legal, living on premises at The Daktory.

It is too soon, too raw an experience to write up quite yet, at least not without a sizeable advance from a publisher to entice that dense tale out of the cranium. What I can make out of the saga right now is that Dakta Green should not be in prison. He is not a menace to society.

A fellow supporter texted me yesterday with the sentence. 8 months, possibly out in 4. Dakta Green might still run for the Aotearoa Legalise Cannabis Party in New Lynn this election. National Party MP Paul Quinn's vicious private member's bill last year has thrown this campaign awry for no good reason, so here's hoping 8 = 4 and that slimy creep's loose noose is avoided.

It could have been worse. The police/ The Crown/ The Queen was seeking four years jail for 61 year old Green. So much for culture change within the police/ state.

What did the MSM have to say? TV3 gave 30 seconds on primetime. Dan Satherley's written report live from the scene had a better impact. NatRad's Checkpoint squeezed out a reasonable three minutes. Stuff did a story using the photo that started this prosecution in the first place, so there's a few more advertising dollars at someone else's expense. Oh for Dagg's sake do not get me started on it all right now...

Tim Selwyn at Tumeke has written up a good defence of Dakta Green, begging the question I was trying to avoid in the last paragraph:
Having said that I am amazed that a stonking great barn devoted to the purpose of cannabis was able to run for so many years unmolested when it is:
a) known by all, with a facebook page,
b) is visible from Great North Rd with letters three metres high saying 'DAKTORY', and -
c) the big Avondale Police station is just a few minutes drive down the road.
It took the cops how many years to twig something was up?

Doing my best to avoid defamation proceedings from Fairfax lawyers, I'll stick with making these points:
  • In court and under oath, the man at the drug squad, Detective Rhys Wilson of Waitakere CIB, said that until his superiors handed him the case, he had not heard of The Daktory.
  • Further, Detective Wilson said how on receiving the case, he proceeded to Google "The Daktory" and found the website (The site has undergone some renovations since Det. Wilson Googled upon it, but suffice to say the content remains much the same).
  • Detective Wilson was given the case after a reporter rang Police National Head Quarters (aka Bullshit Towers) asking for comment on this The Daktory thing. Shit rolled downhill from there to Detective Wilson. This picture was not drawn by Wilson, more of a particularly simple Join the Dots Puzzle. Dakta Green was arrested because he embarrassed the bullshitters.
It is a shame much of the life has gone out of The Daktory since the conviction and closure. The members who played chess or read a book or made new friends or met old ones or painted protest placards or played piano or DJed. There's none of that now. A new and harmless species of meeting place was killed by the powers that be.

I don't want to get all Don and Hone on the matter, throwing Godwin's Law around with abandon or comparing apples with oranges, but the real crime by Dakta Green in society's eyes was that of corrupting the youth. Socrates was poisoned for similarly incorrigible convictions. Society might be getting a bit more civil with its injustices, but a wrong's a wrong and Dakta Green should not be in jail on these hypocritical charges.

Kia kaha Dakta Green!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

4:20 News: Free Dakta Green Special


Tomorrow morning, Dakta Green will be sentenced by Judge Gittos at Auckland District Court on three convictions handed down by a jury on Friday 13th May. All three charges related to The Daktory, New Zealand's first and only cannabis clubrooms. Those charges are selling cannabis, possession for sale and allowing a premises to be used for the consumption of cannabis.

The sentencing comes a week after entertainer Rick Bryant was sentenced to two years in jail on drugs charges, a fate worse than what rugbyhead rapists get for punishment. Around the same time as Bryant's sentencing up in Auckland, a week after this lengthy article in the Timaru Herald, Peter Davy was meant to be sentenced at Timaru District Court. The best I've heard says Peter Davy's sentencing has been put off until July, the third (or is it fourth?) postponement so far.

Down in Dunedin, 72 year old Maurice Didham has had his sentencing on cannabis charges postponed until August. High Court Judge Geoffrey Venning is waiting to see how the police's courageous yield calculations stack up to professional scrutiny.

Bill English has admitted that prisons are a moral and fiscal failure. The Law Commission report on drugs quoted surveys showing only 8 percent of cannabis users stopped because of its illegal status. There's even talk of New Zealand beginning to sift users from abusers through drug courts.

So anything could happen tomorrow at the sentencing of 61 year old Dakta Green. While we wait for that wave to collapse, let's see what other landmarks litter the current drug war debate.

International support for a new drug policy is growing deafening. A brains trust calling itself the Global Commission (it includes luminaries such as George Schultz) has called for legalisation. Another bunch of Names sent a letter calling for an end to the war on drugs. A report commissioned by thinktank Demos comes to much the same conclusion.

There's even talk of digging up the remains of William Shakespeare to see if he really smoked cannabis. The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust supports the plan. If it takes the greatest writer in English literature to get dug up to prove he smoked dope just so the incontrovertible truth will stare the whiskey-clutchers and gin trappists in their bloodshot eyes and admit they've been staring at the drug issue through beer goggles for the last 40 years, so be it.

Praise Shakespeare. Bury the drug war. Free Dakta Green.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Fierce Invalids Home from Lukewarm Climates

We were driving through Te Horo a handful of years ago, me and a couple of hitch-hikers I had picked up around Porirua, heading north to Auckland. Both were European backpackers, and as we cruised up State Highway One, the bloke would ask what the history of the place was. "Nothing of consequence," said I.

Strictly speaking, this was true. This wasn't Poland, doormat to a dozen conquering dynasties. But by the dozenth time this guy asking "What happened here?" as we zoomed through Te Horo, I plain admitted I had not a clue.

I had a flashback of 2001 in Oz (the We Went on Holiday by Mistake Tour as I now call it), when I was quizzed on the picaresque qualities of the Bay of Islands/ West Coast/ Ninety Mile Beach and illuminated my ignorance by saying I had never been to these places.

The hitch-hikers had gone their own way by that evening, but their curiosity gnawed at me for years. So I read. I read Edward Jerningham Wakefield and his Adventure in New Zealand. Rauparaha, a vague mash of childhood tales, came alive. I read on pre-colonial Maori. I read The Coming of the Maori by Te Rangi Hiroa. I read Michael King. And then I read some more.

The next foreign hitch-hiker who asks gets the full lecture. More importantly, the tardy education gave me a greater appreciation of the western coastline north of Wellington. Mana and Kapiti Islands now have deeper meaning. And it is into this land of Rauparaha that I now reside.

Auckland and I do not get on. This is the fourth attempt at living in Auckland that has failed miserably. Here's a sprinkling of lessons learned this time around:
  • There are too many Glens and too much godiness in Auckland. Glenfield, Glen Innes, Glen Eden, Glen, Glen bloody Glen! Is Glen Scottish for mall? The quantity of big box churches is a bit of worry, the fundamentalist vandals more so.
  • The Heineken Mastercard Rugby World Cup had better pour a truckload of business into Auckland, because Wednesday night down at the Viaduct right now looks grim.
  • West Auckland politics seems even more incestuous and crony broken than the rest of the city. The rich and wealthy thumb their noses at the laws, making fithy lucre at public expense. The liquor licensing boards pick winners and protect losers. The middle classes get hassled by the Council for minor pruning or attempting to plant a veggie garden. Want to do up the family home? Prepare your wallet for a conga line of Council inspections: "Da-da-da-da-da, PAY! Da-da-da-da-da, PAY!" The masses get to fight over the scraps left over.
  • Outrageous Fortune was a documentary. I scoffed at the last season. Judd and Pascalle getting together? That was a step over the line of suspending disbelief, eh. But no. After witnessing West Auckland, it's the sort of place where screwing the step-daughter while the Mum's in prison seems sane.
So, fuck Auckland. Titirangi might be the Wellington of the north but give me the real thing.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Still Life


Almost set for blogging again. Just getting the raupo laid. It really ties the place together.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Farewell Ferengistan

Apologies on the lack of blogging. Things have been up in the air recently. Normal service will resume once things have settled. Ta.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Apology to Freemasons

A few days ago, I got into a little tiff with Rotovegas National MP Todd McClay:



As a tolerant pluralist, I have nothing personal against Freemasons. I have no evidence that Freemasons have been involved in crime or intimidation. There are weirder cults out there that are part of the NZ social fabric than this religious alcoholic sect. Just ask the Maori MPs.

I don't know if my old man frequented the Masonic Lodge on Fitzherbert Avenue in Palmy, and I don't rightly care. He was a member of the working class end of the Masonic Hotel Bar, where he would partake of regular liquid communions before driving home to beat the wife or kids. I don't blame the Freemasons for this at all.

However, as part of my job description of comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable, the Freemasons are fair game. So, if Todd McClay wants to suck up to the self-proclaimed rulers of the country, that's his lot to cast.

One has to wonder why all the fashion Nazis come from the provinces. First it was mad Michael Lhaws, now it's Grand Pooh Bear Brother Todd. When will the vanilla people recognise there are more flavours to heaven and earth than is dreamt of in their philosophy?

Monday, June 06, 2011

Sure to Rise

"One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,
Sleep to wake."

- Robert Browning, Asolando, "Epilogue" (1889)

The Daktory is dead. Long live the NORML New Zealand National Head Quarters.

Friday, June 03, 2011

Flowchart Philosophies

Part Two of All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace is online. This episode is a critique of ecological determinism and systems theories and how they failed to include human nature in their formulae:

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Putting the 'toke' back into Te Tai Tokerau


Maki Herbert is running in the Te Tai Tokerau by-election for the Aotearoa Legalise Cannabis Party. She's well respected and well loved, not your stereotypical image of a stoner.

Help grow the economy in the economically depressed Te Tai Tokerau electorate. Help stop the police arresting a disproportionate number of Maori for cannabis offences and locking them away from their whanau.

Vote Maki Herbert in Te Tai Tokerau so she can get change from within parliament and end this war on cannabis.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Witch Bust

Following on from their successful reality TV show Drug Bust which finishes next week, production company Great Southern Whitey Television is proud to announce a new reality crime show called Witch Bust.

The Witch Bust TV crew follows the PERVE unit of Counties Manukau Police in their war against witchcraft. PERVE stands for the Preservation of English Religion and Vice Elimination, and this elite police unit lives up to its name stamping out suspected witches and satanists.

Each half hour show will feature a large expensive police raid using overwhelming force to bust a Satanist and a Wiccan. Watch excommunications, exorcisms, relic forfeiture and Wicker Man punishments of our lowliest inhuman scum.

"We will continue the same winning formula featured in Drug Bust, such as blurred faces to dehumanise the lawbreakers, as well as a malevolent soundtrack to underscore how really evil these heretics are," said Great Southern Whitey CEO Gerald Pimp.

NZ Police spokesperson Adolf Cullen praised the show, giving it two broken thumbs up. "These shows give our boys a bigger morale boost than a thousand Hail Marys. It's just a pity we can't do a show on the brownies and queers too. It's not like the old days," he said.

The Dak Show

I've been remiss in posting up The Dak Show videos as they have been produced. Here are all five episodes so far, including a re-edit of the pilot show which replaces the one missing from here: