This post has no links, or quotes. It is simply a hopefully coherent rambling on something missing from our society which was exemplified by the All Blacks loss this morning. Passion.
The French basically won because the out-passioned us. But that is not surprising when you think that France is a country that exudes passion, whereas most people in this country have none. Of course modern France was built on the uprising of the working class on July 14 1789 and the resulting storming of the Bastille. The workers had had enough. The financial mismanagement of Louis XVI was unsurpassed. The Estates were organised. They had passion about their beliefs, and their country, and sacrebleu, there was revolution. The French Republic was born.
In New Zealand, we would have just hung around a BBQ, drank a few beers and called Helen Clark names, much like we did today. Gee, if we got really angry we might act like D4J and swear on a blog. But don't expect any real passion. No. We're too concerned about drinking lattes while wondering about how to afford the GE Finance bill next month when the no interest period runs out. And, nothing is more symptomatic of our lack of passion than voter turnout in local body elections. I mean, you'd think with housing affordability issues nationwide, skyrocketing rates, burgeoning council debt, skyrocketing spending and ridiculous compliance costs all hitting Kiwis' pockets that people would actually vote for a change at election time. Even if you don't know the candidates that well, sometimes a message can still be sent. Sadly, where I live, and where the financial situation in the next eight years would make even Louis XVI spin in his grave, no one gives a stuff. I put it down to a lack of passion.
I saw the news tonight and coverage in a French bar here in Auckland. The national anthem was being sung; the champagne corks were popping; and some foxy french chick was crying tears of joy with the French flag draped over her shoulders. If that had been the Loaded Hog, you would have seen some laid-back Kawee bloke saying something similar to "nah, yeah fucking good one aye. The AB's were awesome." He then would have gone back to wondering how he could afford the taxi fare home after staying out drinking all night without any lady luck.
This country has no passion. I consider myself a fairly passionate person about some things. For instance, I am fizzing at the moment about the Auckland Marathon I am running in three weeks time. I also get fairly excited abut politics now and again, so much so that I have been campaigning in the last few weeks to try to be elected to the council. Yeah, it's tough working, running, campaigning and fathering but I am a determined prick at the best of times and have passion about the things I do.
Perhaps I am a frog in a kiwi's clothing.
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