Fine, let’s talk about ANZAC Day.

War is ugly and the most horrific thing the world can face, remembrance should only ever serve to remind us of such a shocking stanza of history.


My most vivid memory of ANZAC Day is as follows;

It was an icy autumn morning. Waking at the ungodly hour of 4:45am, I put my kilt on and drove to the Paraparaumu Domain to join my pipe band at the dawn service for ANZAC Day. After marching the colossal distance of perhaps 75 metres, I then stood silently in formation to be graced by the reprehensible representative of the local RSA, important to mention that this guy wasn’t a veteran. In this spectacular speech the man lectured the assembly about the very serious threat of “youth gone wild!”.  The speech spoke at length about how the kids these days don’t understand proper values as all they seem to do is drink, fuck, and smoke weed (just imagine if he knew what Facebook was). All the meanwhile, he was ranting in front of about 6 under 18 members of the Kapiti Coast Pipe Band and about 30 members of the Air Training Cadets. Amongst his ad hom ramblings the man hailed that a better time once existed where young people were sensible, listened to their parents, and would volunteer to get shot at in a war millions of miles away from home. This time was 1915 and it was a better time indeed. Continue reading “Fine, let’s talk about ANZAC Day.”

Stumping Trump 101

When you centre your political campaign on an attempt to stop somebody else, you’re just ensuring that they will succeed.

I’m not going to suggest that I have the answers about how you can functionally stop Donald Trump. What I instead intend on highlighting is how the current tactics of slamming him as a fascist are inefficient and perhaps give some suggestions about how the overall media landscape should instead approach the Trump phenomena. Continue reading “Stumping Trump 101”