Saturday, July 4, 2015

The Time Has Come?

The lunatics have taken over the asylum or are we watching a very convoluted "end game".

As the main treaty settlements approach what we the peasants thought was the  shenanigans ending  with Nga Puhi the last major group to go to the trough, one of their lead negotiators, Sonny Tau  has been forced to stand down for smuggling wood pigeons.
The utter stupidity and naivety exposed in his detainment and his alleged crime remains a mystery.

 Facts as I have gleaned them and some issues to be resolved:
The poultry was deceased and "dressed".
They were "under his coat".
It is alleged today the poultry was cooked, would it not have been prudent with food hygiene practice to have had the cooked poultry chilled and some steps taken to keep that temperature lowered.
The five Kereru were taken from Stewart Island.
Originally it was a Department of Conservation bust.
The Police have laid two charges under the endangered species protection laws.
Is Mr Tau to be assessed by a psychiatrist as part of the court process dealing with his case?
Is insanity a defence option?
Does the removal of a negotiator from Nga Puhi by his standing down, compromise or otherwise  change  what has been dealt with so far and cause a restart of proceedings?
Oh and is or was Sonny a carpenter?
Is Wood Pigeon worth all that drama as many  articles of maori food are vastly over rated in my culinary opinion. I have tried and rejected as unpleasant, Weka, Shearwater, and Hangi food.
Refused to even try Kina.
Have often considered Kereru as the destructive birds do incredible damage to my garden here in Akaroa but so far resisted.

Why would a leader of his tribe carry concealed on his person on a domestic flight when cabin baggage or better still checked luggage from provincial to provincial would never be inspected and would be cooler.

Perhaps we need to ask the bloody walrus nothing else makes much sense.

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Now if it had been Bluff Oysters it could make sense.

1 comment:

The Veteran said...

The really sad thing about all of this is the clear view expressed by David Rankin, chief apologist for Sonny Tau, that Maori are above the law and are only exercising their rights under article 2 of the Treaty ... and they believe that.