A woman was dragged naked from her Raglan home before her partner poured a jug of boiling hot water over her, leaving with her burns to 12 per cent of her body and some of her skin peeling off.
But the victim’s pain didn’t end there, as her surgical treatment involved the burned area being debrided – in which the skin was removed and dressed – as she recovered in Waikato Hospital.
The man responsible, Simon Terence Hamiora Kereopa, was today jailed for the incident, his ninth conviction against the victim during their 20-year-plus relationship.
Nine convictions for domestic violence is hideous. He will kill eventually. He should be on his third strike and getting the maximum sentence without parole.
He also noted Kereopa’s 17 family violence convictions, eight of which were against the current victim.
17!
On a charge of causing grievous bodily harm with intent to injure, Kereopa was jailed for three years and one month.
Under a good three strikes law he would be getting ten years without parole. That would keep him from further victimising.
David Farrar runs Curia Market Research, a specialist opinion polling and research agency, and the popular Kiwiblog where this article was sourced. He previously worked in the Parliament for eight years, serving two National Party Prime Ministers and three Opposition Leaders.
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Note the name of this offender. Presumably he blames colonialism.
Can we have the list of his tribal affiliations that accompany any reports about the woke Maori grifters?
MC
What a low-life and the woman was pregnant last time he was charged with assaulting her. One can only also wonder how many off-spring they have produced in their 20-year relationship and what chance of they being kind, responsible, well educated, human beings? And we continue to allow and incentivise such lifestyles.
Even before reading the name of this cowardly, woman-bashing scrote I knew he was a paru hua.
Sure enough …
‘ME WARRIOR!’ IT’S JUST TIKANGA I
The last thing this country needs is more encouragement via kapa haka towards primitive, violent behaviours and attitudes among people already culturally inclined to violence.
A culture that institutionalises violent display, ritualised confrontation, and naked aggression as markers of group identity will always breed violent thugs and bullies.
Many New Zealanders—white and brown alike—find Māori culture ugly and unappealing for that very reason.
The more "Maori" someone is, the more I’ve noticed he tends to define himself by how much of other people's space he can aggressively shove his way into.
Never on his own, mind you. Only ever a tougharse with his bros to back him up.
Or within his own family, where Jake the Muss gets to lord it over his missus and kids.
A big arm is more important to such subbos than a big heart or a big brain.
As one of Allan Duff's characters says in a rare moment of introspection: "Us Maoris, we love our staunchness. Dunno why, juss is."
I do.
Natural selection over centuries of inter-tribal warfare meant the small, the weak, the sensitive, and the contemplative soon ended up in the hangi pit.
Only the strong and brutal survived to pass on their genes and values to succeeding generations.
Where victory in battle was a matter of life and death, the highest status in pre-European Māori society went to the brave and successful warrior.
Allan Duff paints a candid picture of such throwbacks in “Once Were Warriors.”
The bar room talk between the bros is all about fistic prowess, who "smacked over" whom.
Want your missus to cook a bro some eggs? Someone give you a ‘smart look’? Want to stop your baby crying? Want to derail a Treaty referendum?
Just use violence.
‘ME WARRIOR!’ IT’S JUST TIKANGA II
Since Maori culture cannot hold up a single discovery or invention that has come out of it to the betterment of mankind, the only tūrangawaewae its adherents have is “Me Warrior!"
Duff again: “There’s a culture of violence that runs through Māoridom.”
That's why Maori TV promos always feature aggressive group haka by way of collective self-definition.
And why Anzac Day on Maori TV is a self-congratulatory circle jerk celebration of the exploits of the Maori Battalion, as though only those boys served with bravery and distinction, those boys won the war on their own, and many New Zealanders of Maori descent didn't choose to serve in non-racial units with their fellow-countrymen.
One wannabe I’ve argued with online has a profile pic of whanau males striking staunch poses and showing off medals presumably won at amateur boxing.
Nothing wrong with sports. Many in my family (myself included) have participated in various sports to at least provincial age group representative level.
But if my part-Māori family were to publish a group photograph of what we most identified with having achieved, it would be a bunch of people in academic dress brandishing our university degrees.
Not bare-chested in piupiu, rolling our eyes like mad dogs, contorting our faces, poking out our tongues, and brandishing taiaha.
See my point?
The ability to punch the sh#t out of someone is no measure of the man where I come from.
The dynamic I’ve observed in many of the more "Maori" whanau -- and in the more "Maori" male mateship circles -- is that of a dog pack.
There's a "top dog" based on who can throw his fists around the best and hardest.
Everyone else in the pack knows their place in the pecking order: who they get to growl and snarl at, and who they have to kiss up to.
In an environment in which violence is rewarded with power and status, children soon learn that one moves up the dog pack ladder by being harder and more brutal than those one intends to supplant.
And how to gang up to pile onto outsiders.
Then they bring ‘Me Warrior!” to our schools, streets, bars and nightclubs, late night takeaway outlets, gas station forecourts, footy field sidelines, and road rage incidents.
It’s not just dudes.
There’s girls on this trip too, cursing and brawling like men.
That’s just nasty.
How ugly and unfeminine these so-called ‘wahine toa’ are.
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And we wonder about bully culture in universities?
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