Life in the Far North.
As some of you know I moved back to the Far North last year, scratching around for something to do I stumbled across a role through a friend that offered me an opportunity to do some good.
Or so I thought.
I run a small business that is effectively a not for profit. And no, it is not a failing business that we call a not for profit. It was set up with no profit motive. We just need to cover our costs.
We are aiming to provide safe reliable transport for people in the North that we will politely call credit challenged.
The Far North is massive, we have very poor infrastructure and have never really enjoyed any large pointless spending from either National or Labour. Labour don't because they could stand Richie McCaw in the North and lose. National don't because they can stand an odious wanker like Mike Sabin and win. So these people really do need cars. But more importantly they need safe, legal cars so you and I can drive around with slightly less fear of being killed by a clown in a car with no brakes.
Like many I had dark and not altogether poorly founded thoughts on why we have so many people in the North who seem utterly incapable of functioning as a reasonable and useful member of our 21st century society. Until I began this project my preconceived notions were without much research, rigorous thought or first hand experience at what the daily struggles of the underclass are.
So, in other words I was in pretty much the same boat as the overwhelming majority of people and especially every Labour and Green MP, all MSM left wing commentators/ journalists and the legion of useful idiots that are trotted out to bang on about poverty and the starving children.
Let me tell you.
I am dealing with close to 100 families from Whangarei to Kaitaia that will never join the mainstream. They are almost entirely hopeless in every aspect of their lives. But none of them have kids that are starving, in fact they are using techniques and schemes to travel through life that are incredibly complex and would stun most of you if you witnessed them first hand.
I am sick to death of seeing stories about WINZ being heartless/ inflexible/ mean.
Bullshit, WINZ will pay your speeding tickets, your lawn mowing, your rent, power, phone and any other manner of bill if you rock up and turn on the sobs. The lurks and perks are fantastic if you know how to play the game. And by far the best way is to keep getting knocked up. Most of the families I deal with have a male and female parental unit under the same roof and anything from 3 to 11 children. But the Male parental unit is registered at a different address of course. You need to do that to defraud the state with DPB. Gets a bit tricky when dad gets convicted and given home detention. I have three "Dads" having holidays at Auckland addresses currently because they are wearing a bracelet. You see if you are cheating WINZ it pays to have one partner notionally living in a different city.
And they moan like hell that the state is out to get them.
They are a self fulfilling prophecy, my customers rock up in their cars and try and sell me the free food, two or three times a day. The cardigan wearing numpties who provide these services are part of the problem.
So, anyway back to the business.
We sit down with each family and help them work out a budget on what they can afford, we then tailor a package to suit and ensure it will not stretch them.
If they get past this hurdle (90% do not), we find them a cheap car and provide it to them with a service contract that guarantees we will pay and complete warrants, ensure the registration is paid and provide basic insurance. All this for a surprisingly low weekly amount and a goal to own the car within 12 months.
We encourage them to pay by bank account but of course most prefer to pay in cash. We teach them to change a wheel, check the fluids and how to keep the car clean and tidy.
At Xmas we found a bulk load of child seats that we GAVE to a number of mums. They sold, lost, burnt or left in the garden every single one of them within weeks.
Through all this I have seen things that would break your heart, but I have never seen a child who is hungry for food.
When I see Labour and Green MP's keep promoting the fake statistic about 285,000 hungry children I want to grab them and drag them through Otangarei or Raumanga or Otaika, come here and show me a hungry child. Suburbs that I go to every day are areas that would make Jacinda Ardern shit her pants if asked to walk through.
These fucking rich socialists make me physically ill.
They know nothing, they add no value, they suck resources that would be better spent on a tractor and some sacks of spuds.
More money with the current failed system is not the answer.
Stop fucking preaching to me about poor people and try and meet some.
Every current program, effort, policy and NGO and Maori gravy train is failing. They will always fail because we are soft, we will never do what needs to be done to break the cycle. The problem is only getting worse.
Tomorrow, I may tell you what the answer is. But let me leave you with a clue. It involves spending Billions and has to have Paula Bennett running it. She is the only member of Parliament who understands what being on a benefit means and she beat the stats and dragged herself up.
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