Andrew Beecroft enjoys a reputation as one who gives a dam where youth offending is concerned, imeho, well deserved, but whether from his doing or not, his shares took a hit on the gravedodger 'main board' during the Holiday Shutdown of NZ when he joined the hypocriticals.
Along with incumbents Garry Morgan et al who, having gained by whatever means more than comfortable security, he was reported in the lame stream media suggesting more money be removed by fiat from older people and donated to the young.
Sorry Andy but with zero appreciation from one of your target demographic as donor, that is in a word, moronic, retarded, idiotic and merely demonstrates again how totally removed from reality you have become.
Now I did not envy your previous job of sitting on the bench listening to endless diatribes from learned counsel as to why yet one more scrote was appearing before you for what society regards rightly as untenable activity.
Now you have reached a new zenith as Children's Commissioner that gives you a new 'Profile' from Chief Youth court Judge, you are clearly no better informed with what you were reported to be saying in the news vacuum that always comes with the one month shut down for NZ Inc.
As one who was born into actual 'poverty' during WW2 yet managed by some serious hard work, long hours, much involving extreme hard physical labour and denial of much of what generation Y Z or is it now AA see as their entitlement, I find your reported remarks flippant and offensive here and now some seven decades later.
Long drop/removable bucket,contents to be buried, sanitation, using cut up squares of news papers for wipes,
Untreated drinkingwater supplies from water races and contaminated roof gutters,
Hand me down clothes,
A two mile walk to reach a converted "K" Bedford truck as a school bus with unrestrained lengthwise bench seats to a country school,
That school staffed in the main with fresh out of training school teachers bent on getting the two years rural service out of their hair,
Very rare trips to the city some 100 kms distant on metal roads until Woodend where they "sold beer by the pound" and the concrete slab road gave a percussion like road noise as tires crossed the bitumen joiners. A journey probably necessitated by a lack of anyone to guard us at home. That two hours there and back under a frayed taupaulin sitting on a straw filled double striper sack on the tray of the 1930s V8 utility
a very simple food diet with plenty of sugar, salt and animal fats, with considerable if it could not be sold we ate it philosophy
Father who was gone working from dawn til dusk even at christmas,
Mother buried under the drudgery of no dish washer, vacuum cleaner, washing machine, a white spirit Iron.
House water heated by the wet back in the wood range that only produced during daylight hours or on 'Mondays' by lighting an old pumice copper, handling scalding wet sheets with bleached broom handles to a mangle then hanging the resulting laundry on a clothes line of Number eight wire strung between two trees, not placed for efficient use of space or convenience,
Domestic lighting from one "aladdin lamp" with a fabric mantle that allowed evening reading for adults in the kitchen,
no candles, ever, for fire risk reasons and no torches or lighting till dawn broke.
A solitary Dr some 30kms distant, no fire brigade or ambulance
party single line earth return telephone hours 0800 to 2000 hrs daily, shared with six other households, wire strung on dry Manuka poles sans insulators. A unreliable system that gave a working knowledge of Morse code with A D K M R S U and W as call signs, T was for exchange and E was ring off.
One valve radio, battery powered and not to be touched by any other than an adult
No ice creams, fizzy drinks, chewing gum, lollies,
A church service once a month in a bachelor neighbour's living room,
Social contact beyond immediate family zero,
An unstated expectation of a work effort as soon as physically able,
Christmas stocking stuffed with books signed with seasons greetings from elderly childless aunt.
And "HOLIDAYS", well there were the weeks away from school but as for going on holiday that was stuff of fairy tales read about in The Famous Five from Enid Blyton involving the exiting and Idyllic adventures of George(girl) how confronting was that for one with two decidedly non female Uncle Georges and a King of the same name, Julian Dick and Anne and a dog with no clear purpose called Timmy.
Here citizen Beecroft is my well considered sentence with more allowance for your previous lifes work that my charitable disposition should consider for your clearly ignorance based offensive remarks so well recorded and not refuted in organs of media that should have stood with you in the dock.
So my still regarded with diminishing respect learned ex judge, relinquish all your superannuation entitlements, donate all your accumulated wealth to charity beyond your reach and rent a disused farm house somewhere a need is apparent and work your remaining years to unpaid remedial work amongst the youth you see as so deserving of my meager hard won financial reserves, then approach the LSM with a wonderful tale how you find poverty, safe in the knowledge it was not forced on you by a government acting within the law enforcing your stupid ideas on a defenceless bunch who worked hard and went without to accumulate what would appear to you to be peanuts.
Or alternatively get down from your ivory tower and actually try to get an understanding as to just how generously we resource the so called deprived youth of 2016.
To me with my memories backed by recorded history your pontification is more offensive than a totally well intentioned warning to a clearly inebriated member of your newly discovered altruism entitled youth who demonstrated just how the current system can leave a young lady so bereft of language skills. In a tirade on social media where in excess of 25 words in a diatribe of some minutes it included such profanity and that lady in question has allegedly "won an English prize"at her state funded highschool.
Perhaps you should consider wisely using your remaining time in study and inquiry into the real world you so clearly left some time ago.