Where did we go wrong?

…asks Whaleoil stalwart George:

I would imagine that some of us older folk have our moments when we long for “the good old days”. On reflection, they weren’t really that good, at least through my experience.

I only had a radio to entertain me and it only provided me with two highlights, “Life with Dexter” and “Money or the Bag.” Off shore sport was listened to on a short wave frequency and was often a very frustrating experience.

Today it is all here live, in grand colour, on your 60″ screen. There are numerous other examples I could quote where life today is so much better; but is it?

What I long for will never return.

In “the good old days” I couldn’t have cared less that someone’s feelings were hurt on Waiheke, or someone got abused in Huntly, nor did any one else including the media. I never lived through a “weather bomb”, though l recall we did have wind and rain.

Feelings? What were those? You fell I love, you mourned a death, and you occasionally got angry. The rest of your emotional journey was called “life”.

Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra never told me how to vote and Elvis respected his elders because that is what youngsters did. Muhammad Ali was a Muslim I respected and our close American friends could visit us in what ever vessel they chose.

You could trade humorous racist insults with your Maori mates. And the media was trusted. You could eat what you liked and Lion Red, DB or Waikato Draft was the “wine list”.

The Treaty of Waitangi was a long forgotten historical document. You could kick your tenant out if they didn’t pay the rent and sack a useless employee. When we had a long dry spell after rain, we called it a change in climate not climate change, and political correctness was obeying your parent’s instructions by voting National.

Little Johnny’s backside was a target for mum, dad, teachers and police, it was called discipline.

Cold Duck was your girlfriend’s Viagra. And falling out of a tree or off a roof was a lesson learnt.

But most significantly, Metiria Turei would never had been an MP.

Where did we go wrong?

It would be fascinating if Lizzy Marvelly could write a response to that.  Snort.


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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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