When first encountered the descriptive "third termitus" seemed just another buzzword construct created to augment the trend to clickbait as opposed to journalism.
Whether true or not it appears more and more to be an accurate assessment of a mystifying affliction that befalls political parties in New Zealand.
Shower heads seem comical now, electoral reform masquerading as a ploy to retain power more sinister, now we are watching an administration that seems to be succumbing and all the combined intellect of the government is apparently powerless to treat the malaise let alone find a vaccine as a preventative.
A Justice Minister performing Olympic quality gyrations in a simple act of rewarding a convicted killer of his entire immediate family with nearly a million dollars euphemistically titled an "ex gratia payment of costs incurred. A so called 'victim' found not guilty some years later when witness and forensic evidence had suffered the ravages of time and a "jury" (advisedly) that exhibited some rather remarkable emotional and decidedly un-judicial behaviours in finding a verdict of "not Guilty", in a retrial. A victim who was unable to prove beyond a balance of probabilities to an ex Australian High Court Justice, his innocence.
Ministers and other public employees of taxpayers, performing equally Olympic level gymnastics to ignore the very salient and provable lack of assimilation by immigrants who seem to have a major intention to change our multicultural, pluralistic, democratic and accepting way of life as a prime motivator while ignoring the social pressures on crime, housing and freedoms we take for granted. As if we do not have sufficient problems with a refusal by a minority who choose not to live peaceably amongst us who are decidedly not immigrants refugee, queue jumpers or foisted on us by the monument to stupidity that Ms Clark has a desire to lead.
Tinkering while an increasingly obvious flaw in the creation of a Super City, that promised so much yet consumes ever expanding eyewatering sums of ratepayers hard earned financial resources to tread water and perpetrate an inflation in house prices that Houston Texas proves daily is a construct of bureaucracy and eminently avoidable. A problem that polling increasingly informs those willing to absorb facts, is now a serious majority concern to voters, 60/40 at last count.
Now this morning as if he is the next moron up to bat, Tauranga's current pinup wonder child, is going to stop the tide that modern technology delivers in public personal transport going by the name Uber.
An industry that is rooted in the horse and cart era of clumsy bureaucratic inanity and costs thousands to enter and yet still delivers operators skilled in skimming, taking the long way home and other annoying benefits that range up to criminal assault including sexual and even killing. An industry that has many fringe dwellers who are exploited by licence owners who would struggle to pass muster at a girls school to trim the borders.
Of course Uber operators will be accessed by sharp operators, behind the wheel and in the back seat, and just as in the old Taxi industry it will not always be easy to square things away but just as a $2k fee can still enable a scumbag to be discovered amongst hundreds of good people a digitally based outfit that operates world wide with a self regulating overt personal based selection process as a primary oversight it is not so bad as that which Bridges seems to be intent on demolishing.
Taxi drivers are no strangers to being ripoff merchants, I recall decades ago when attending the Sydney Royal Easter show we were accommodated in an apartment just doors from the main fire station on a one way street near Martin Place and used taxis daily for two weeks to reach and return from the old Showgrounds next to the SCG. I forget what the fare was but one day near the end of our stay, taxi business was light and there were a large number of increasingly grumpy drivers lined up at the main gates late afternoon. We jumped into the front cab and then had an unwanted and long scenic drive back to our apartment, getting close to Kings Cross and then another detour via Oxford street. Becoming increasingly teed off I gave swmbo a heads up sorted out exact change with a small tip and we headed out giving the driver what we had been paying for the previous trips, about half what he had attempted to gouge and disappeared into the five o'clock rush satisfied he was going to be hard pressed to do anything but suck it up. I guess he took us for dummies and it was his right to supplement takings on what was clearly a slow day.
Uber's clear success, particular in the view of regular cab riders without access to the chit rorts that Mr Bridges and his head in the cloud fellow troughers who get me to pay for his taxis under protest use, it is 2016 and the old horse and traps have been replaced with the added benefit that the streets are no longer fouled with horseshit. Not that he will notice as all the manure in 2016 emanates from where he works in the very inaptly named beehive.