Phil Goff is talking the talk and walking the walk and focussing on the things that matter to Kiwi voters….blacksmithing.
Apparently this is Labour’s idea of a real job.
He must be finalising the coalition agreement with the Greens, whereby we’ll all be back to horse and cart to cut greenhouse gases
No big deal, he’s only about 500 years behind the times.
goff¬† that¬† ‘game changer’¬† policy fellow… oh yes, what happened to that policy anyway?
lol at the whole lot of ‘em.
Next thing, he will be visiting a buggy whip manufacturer and coming away bubbling about employment and export opportunities there.
Labour’s new catch phrase for the geriatric voter¬†‘Remember the good old days?¬† We’ll take you there…’
Maybe he was just visiting the blacksmiths to see if he could get a good, cheap and durable pair of ‘shoes’ for Darien Fenton – good place to start if your horse has gone lame.¬† She’s already got the blinkers on and a bit between her teeth.
Only trouble is that the Key/Bennett/English “push everyone into work regardless of what it is” says precisely the same thing.¬†
Good knowledge economy stuff isn’t it?
Get all those surgeons from overseas washing dishes and turn everyone on the DPB into a nuclear physicist.¬† Hell, if Paula Bennett can do it anyone can.
Perhaps its just a realistic appraisal of what we have to encompass – or perhaps more to the point what we may have lost and will never regain ….
Straining at gnats and swallowing camels – its everywhere these days…
Ask the¬†Medical¬†Council why overseas¬†surgeons¬†struggle to find work in NZ. I think the Commerce Commission¬†could¬†look into their restraint of trade¬†practices¬†first.
If you want third world medicine then go there for your medical care.
You are so right. ¬†We are importing the third world into our economy – and we wonder why its now so gloriously ramshackle and makeshift and indeed almost temporary.
We may end up as a vast dormitory in the south pacific – serving our offshore masters and tugging the forelock.
better to be a blacksmith perhaps.
my old man was a blacksmith (please don’t sing the Allblack song to that) for 40 years, not the horse shoe type, so it was in those days a proper job
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