The joke below, told in his own inimitable style by the former Aussie PM Bob Hawke is a welcome diversion to the current woke mantra permeating our society that is doing its best to strangle every utterance that reflects the true feelings of the common man.
I have included it with my accompanying piece as much as anything in the hope that it will stimulate a revolt against the tyranny of a government operating without a mandate - silently eliminating our rights as law abiding citizens to share what is left of a way of life built on the Anzac spirit, established and fine tuned by past generations of decent, hard working Kiwis.
It is clear that this government intends shredding the bonds that bind us as one people, dividing us into two groups of slaves obedient to the dictates of ideologues who owe no allegiance to this country or its culture.
Given one more term, Labour and the Greens will have destroyed every statute that keeps us free. Time is running out to avoid a catastrophe that will make the Corona virus pandemic look like a Sunday afternoon stroll in the park.
I believe Bob Hawke’s delightful story that would probably fail the proposed “hate speech” test truly reflects the real state of race relations in these two Trans Tasman countries.
It epitomises the irreverence for unacceptable authority that has in fact endeared us to one another irrespective of cultural or ethnic origins.
Our rules of engagement are based on fair play and equal opportunity for all.
My experience during the last 42 years living and working in low decile communities heavily dominated by those of Maori decent has allowed me the privilege of understanding the values we share and respect.
Ironically, it is that shared journey that has enabled a peaceful co-existence that withstands pressures a divided populace would not endure.
It has meant we are each able to maintain and express our differences without fear of negative reactions when sharing alternative opinion.
We live and let live but when the time comes to support one another, we are there to help for however long it takes.
Our society operates under acceptable rules that are developed to allow individual expression within a structure that works for the common good - each person making a contribution consistent with their ability to make it.
Those who are more fortunate are usually called upon to contribute the most.
It is the parable of the widow’s mite and it serves us well.
There is room for humour and irreverence that is encouraged because it is accepted as a necessary oil making the wheels go round. I believe most of the country is accepting of this “modus operandi”. It has been the Anzac way for 200 years.
Most people know where the boundaries are and it is a reflection that they are well established when individuals can greet each other in ways that would horrify the woke high priests.
The other day I called around to see my shearing contractor mate (maori) to discuss the background of a mysterious fire that had destroyed the house of a village malcontent (pakeha) during the night.
He greeted me from his position holding court under a cabbage tree on the back lawn.
It was time for Sunday afternoon drinks and he welcomed me to the table with the following comment: “Gidday you honkey bastard! Why have you come around to annoy me Clive? Haven’t you got better things to do”
I replied in kind. My response was littered with similar uncomplimentary language. We “hongied” and he handed me a beer.
Three hours later after putting the world to right, l slowly drove home to begin another week of toil.
You can’t make this up but l mention it as it happened because l reckon that little example of Kiwi life would have been duplicated thousands of times across this blessed land seven days a week - perhaps not including the house fire incident that even on the Coast is not what you might describe as a regular occurrence. However, It is part of the folk lore of this country and it is these types of relationships that are under threat. Our government wants to set us apart.
We should have none of it.
Clive Bibby is a commentator, consultant, farmer and community leader, who lives in Tolaga Bay.