With all the fuss over Bob Jones’ censored and blocked column at NBR I thought I would contact Bob to get permission to publish the whole column. He responded promptly and here is his column, now uncensored.
What is interesting is that the document supplied had no headlines, including the “Time to troll”, which means the cowards at NBR added them. The headlines in bold below are my words not Bob’s.
Here is his reply to me:
Thanks for your letter.
I can’t believe the contrived reaction to a) a fact re the uniqueness of each human, and b) an obvious piss-take.
Certainly republish the piece in Whaleoil. I was surprised you hadn’t frankly.
Needless to say, lots of letters of support but my God we’ve come to a sorry state. Billy T James will be rolling in his grave.
by Bob Jones
Newspapers continue their decline
More evidence of the decline in newspaper standards: Twice in the last month Fairfax have told us of individuals, one in Auckland, the other in Sydney, “in a coma” and “fighting” for their lives.
“Fighting” by definition is an intensely strenuous activity; being in a coma is about as inactive as possible other than being dead.
Windows, weather and still no plane in sight
The Economist reported that the new search for the missing MH370 flight, although not yet contracted, “will go ahead anyway, to take advantage of the window of good weather that opens… in January and February.”
There’s a free trip to South Sudan for any reader who can explain how a “taking advantage of window of good weather in January and February”, differs from “taking advantage of good weather in January and February”.
Show-boats and OPM
Talking of that flight, something which has always puzzled me is why Australia picked up A$60m of the A$200m spent on the biggest aviation search in history. Under international law it was Malaysia’s responsibility and they paid the rest. China pragmatically refused despite having 153 nationals on board. The rest were drawn from a multitude of countries but only 6 of the 227 on board were Aussies.
So why was the Aussie taxpayer lumbered with this? The answer I suspect, is the age-old one, namely show-boating politicians and other people’s money.
U-turns and courts
Finally, our press have played up an absolute non-story of the widow of the sole New Zealander on board the flight, planning to sue Boeing. Why encourage her by publicising such futility?
An ounce of common sense would tell her that whatever happened to make that plane turn and head in the opposite direction, was the decision of someone on board. Jets don’t turn themselves round.
Compulsory Te Reo a waste of time
The Green’s proposition that learning to speak maori should be compulsory in schools reflects precisely the sort of silliness why voters fear them. I certainly don’t want my children wasting their education on a dying language, now confined to hobbyists, just as are hundreds of others.
There was a time when law students had to learn Latin. Common sense prevailed and it was dropped, from recall, about 1960. The justification proposed for this maori nonsense is romantic tosh, just as it was with the failed Welsh efforts, which largely fell on deaf ears. So too the distorted proposition that bilingualism has a beneficial effect on the brain. So too does learning anything.
We are fortunate to be born into an English-speaking country for it’s now the accepted universal language for commerce, aviation and a host of other international activities. That’s why in Europe it’s compulsory in so many countries. It’s why so many Chinese kids travel to English-speaking countries for their education, regardless of what they’re studying.
The issue arose recently with publication of my old mate Professor Paul Moon’s latest book, Killing Te Reo Maori. Paul’s proposition is that current efforts to promote the language are ineffectual, which is hardly debatable, although that did not stop Professor William Temaru of Waikato University, first slamming Paul’s assertion, then lapse into Dover Samuels verbiage in which words flow with no coherent purpose, then wrap it all up by contradictorily slamming Paul for writing something everyone already knew.
If someone’s interested then by all means learn Maori, so too with an endless list of activities from stamp-collecting to line dancing. Each to their own. But let’s not have compulsion based on an ill-considered romanticism.
Time to troll
While on the subject of maoridom, rather than make kids learn the language, here’s a much better idea. We should introduce a new public holiday, Maori Gratitude Day, in place of the much disdained Waitangi Day.
As there are no full-blooded maoris in existence it indisputably follows that had it not been for migrants, mainly Brits, not a single maori alive today, including Professor William Temaru, would have existed. So excluding individuals who may be miserably suicidal, and instead like 99.999% of us, actually like being alive, it’s long overdue for some appreciation.
I have in mind a public holiday where maori bring us breakfast in bed or weed our gardens, wash and polish our cars and so on, out of gratitude for existing. And if any maori tries arguing that if he/she didn’t have a slight infection of Irish blood or whatever, they might be the better for it, the answer is no sunshine.
Every one of the circa 108 billion humans who have existed since our ancestors first stood upright, has been a genetically unique individual. So too today. For example, you can’t argue that if mum had married say Peter Snell instead of Dad you might have been a terrific athlete. You would not be you, but someone else.
Maori Appreciation Day in which maori tangibly express their gratitude for existing thanks to European immigration, by a day’s voluntarily labour for non-maori folk, would be an excellent initiative for the new government.
Almost like a Ministry of Silly Walks
To finish this week on an only in India, spirit-uplifting note, back in July 2016 the government of Madhya Pradesh, the nation’s second largest state with 73 million people, created a Department of Happiness. The state of Andhra Pradesh has since followed suit.
The role of the Department was to promote and measure happiness in people’s lives, not something one can necessarily relate to material issues but instead on “time tested Indian wisdom”, so the chief Minister assured the media.
It has not worked out very happily. Currently the first Minister of Happiness, Lai Singh Arya, is on the run for allegedly murdering a political rival.
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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.