Why National's reforms don't go far enough

I’ve had a thought about National’s welfare reforms and I have decided that they are timid.

Unfortunately they have been designed by people who aren’t in touch with New Zealand’s heaving pathetic underclass, not even remotely. They are being sold by politicians who have no idea of what the streets of Manukau produce. They are being argued about by commentators that likewise have never ventured far from their limp-a-cinos in Ponsonby. They are all wrong and they all underestimate the problem that exists out there.

Liberal hand-wringer Martyn Bradbury likes to pretend he cares for the poor, the solo mother, the Maori, and he attacks Cactus Kate for referring to the heaving pathetic underclass in our society. Cactus Kate likewise has no idea but she at least has listened to some stories to know that it is real. She at least has the guts to talk about it. Liberal hand-wringers like Martyn Bradbury have no idea, instead just mouthing slogans while strolling from one important meeting to another liberally dropping word like whanau into conversation to show they care.

They don’t and they don’t because they have no idea.

Let me explain.

I share an office with a good mate in South Auckland. I see every day the people who either work for him or come in to buy or rent things from him.

Let’s talk about three of his workers. They earn good money. They work hard, they are hard men doing hard work. There are sooks on those trucks that go out each day. When I say they earn good money I mean it. The foreman of the work gang would take home close to $100,000. The workers each about $60,000. They are skilled at what they do and are rewarded accordingly.

These guys all live and work in Manukau.

The foreman has 9 children, to 5 different women. He has decided he wants another child. His reason, so he can have one of his own at home with him.

His brother has 5 children, to three different women. Another worker has 10 children with the eleventh on the way.

Almost all of those children have siblings that have different fathers. It is a nightmare. You should see school holidays when the children come to work with Dad for a day.

Then there are the customers.

The other day a young girl came in. She looked about 22. She was very near giving birth. She was very awkward and very large. It was freezing cold and her current boyfriend, “Ziggy” was wandering around in a singlet and track pants in the warehouse. According to his drivers licence he was 16. When the drivers licence was checked of the girl it showed that she was only just 16.

Last Thursday this same girl came in to make a payment for “Ziggy”. She had just had the baby on Tuesday. In the general chatter it was found out that this girl, barely 16, had just had her second baby. Her second baby to two different fathers and now she is with another bloke.

Then there is another customer. She is 19 and has 4 children, she wants to have ten children before she is 25. I am not kidding. I see this type of thing every day. When Cactus Kate talks about a heaving, pathetic underclass, she is right, it is just she has never seen it except from descriptions like mine.

A walk out onto the street where there are 5 training institutions allegedly “teaching” even more of the heaving, pathetic underclass skills is a sight to behold. At any time of the day you care to pick there will be “trainees” sitting on the road, in the gutter, on the footpath, all smoking. We are spending literally millions and millions of dollars training them to do god knows what. Just across the road from all of this is the AUT Manukau campus. The state of the “students” there isn’t much better. There is something seriously wrong in New Zealand and no-one seems to know nor care.

It is because of experiences like this that I know that Labour hasn’t a clue. The heaving, pathetic underclass doesn’t buy fresh fruit and vegetables so Labour’s GST changes don’t matter to them. They don’t care about the technicalities of a capital gains tax and they sure as hell don’t spend even a minute reading the newspaper unless something catches their eye as they unwrap the fish and chips. They certainly don’t watch the news. They think Phil goff is a skinny, funny speaking white guy if they even know his name.

For all of these reasons above I can safely and honestly say that National’s reforms do not go far enough. I also know for certain that Labour doesn’t have any answers because they oppose anything National is trying, even when National is only barely trying. For sure I know that latte swilling liberal panty-waists like Martyn Bradbury also have no idea, no answers and are just shrill shriekers with empty platitudes and no solutions other than to spend even more more on the heaving, pathetic underclass.

This country is broken and we need to consider radical solutions not more of the same. If pouring billions of dollars into South Auckland was the answer then 50 years of the welfare state should have proven to use beyond a shadow of a doubt that welfare doesn’t work. Climate scientists claim the earth is doomed on less evidence than this.

National needs to get real because no one else is.

 


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As much at home writing editorials as being the subject of them, Cam has won awards, including the Canon Media Award for his work on the Len Brown/Bevan Chuang story. When he’s not creating the news, he tends to be in it, with protagonists using the courts, media and social media to deliver financial as well as death threats.

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.

Love him or loathe him, you can’t ignore him.

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