Some personal observations from Friday

[Imported from Whale Oil Beef Hooked on Blogger]

Two things happened on Friday that were interesting. They both show the level of frustration and bulls**t Kiwis have to put up with in their daily lives and all for no apparent useful reason.

Incident 1
My dearly loved Mother-in-Law (cough, cough, splutter) had a Heart related “event” as the medical fraternity are want to put it on Thursday. By Friday morning they (the experts in the public hospital) had decided that they need to do an angiogram/plasty to a) check things out and b) fix anything they found. However they said it couldn’t be done until the end of next week…………maybe………maybe the week after that or perhaps next month. Get the picture, they tell you you are f**ked so please wait until you are really f**ked before we get to you, or perhaps you could conveniently die and thus not f**k up our waiting list stats.

Now Dear MIL is not one to take things lying down and her nickname at her business is “Chopper”. So onto the phone she gets and calls Ascot. Remember them, Aunty Helen tried to have them shut down. They say, get over here we will ahve a look and all going well we will fix you by dinner time TODAY (Friday).

Well, well, well, some hard choices to make. Wait for you given place in the queue and possible death or hop over to Ascot and fixed by dinnertime. Choices, Choices, ahhhh what to do. Nanoseconds later the Ambulance is called and Dear MIL is off to Ascot with the missus in support.

On the way the kid who was the Ambo (firstly anyone under 30 is a kid, and refer to my previous post for a definition of Ambo) need some forms filled out. you know the drill, name, address, telephone, blah blah blah all while you are trying not to croak from another “event”.

This was no problem until you got to the Ethnicity question. “So nice dying lady what ethnic group are you from”. Dear MIL in a gasp says “Just put European New Zealander”. “Can’t” say Ambo, “I’ve only got Maori, Pacific Islander and Other”. Dear MIL almost has a seizure, oxygen is pumped up, ambo looks worried then she gasps “Oh well I must be an Other”. The Ambo replies “Yup, its alright most of us are, I am and so is the driver, Others”.

Arrival at Ascot is quickly followed by an Angiogram then the Angioplasty, Stent installed, everything OK and by the promised deadline of dinnertime Friday.

Dear MIL is now safe and sound at home after a fearful couple of days.

Now a couple of things here. a) Clearly the private sector has heaps of capacity that could help out here with urgent and semi urgent operations. The only reason for not doing them seems to be ideological nonsense. b)PC Bulls**t has pervaded society so far now that everyone who is not Maori or Pacific Islander is an Other. The Ambo said this was for statistics, but how f**king useful are statistics when 75% of them are OTHER for f**ksakes.

Incident 2

I had the opportunity to meet up with a wonderful constable from Somewhere in Auckland (protecting the innocent here) in the course of her duties and my desire to obtain a license for a profession that requires one. She was extremely professional and dealt with all of our queries and finished the job in no time at all. In fact I may well be inclined to hire her for her professionalism and timeliness, also for her comment that after 15 years on the job she along with a few others will probably ditch the job if “That f**king sour bitch gets back in”.

On the way out I asked here what she thought os the PM, Labour , the Minister and what the general feeling cops had. Here is the short version. The Prime Minister is a red cow and her time is up, she deserves less respect than a turd I stood in on the pavement, the Labour Party have seriously under funded the Police and if we didn’t have to spend so much time doing traffic duty we would all be much better off, the Minister is a total waste of space. The Police haven’t had a decent Minister since the best they ever had, who was John Banks, god do they wish those days were back. The general feeling amongst the Police is that Labour suck like a vacuum cleaner on the end of your knob and hurt just as much (don’t ask me how she knows). She doesn’t know one single cop who would voter for the useless pack of bastards.

Well thats all for now, off to watch the Rugby.

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They say that news is something that someone, somewhere, wants kept quiet. Cam Slater doesn’t do quiet and, as a result, he is a polarising, controversial but highly effective journalist who takes no prisoners.

He is fearless in his pursuit of a story.

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