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‘Responsible’ news reporting

Reading through part of a recent 250-page court ruling last night, I was intrigued by references to ‘responsible’ news reporting and a thing called the Press Council which apparently upholds the virtues of ‘accuracy, fairness and balance’. This was certainly news to me and something I felt I should learn more of.

I conducted an experiment to test said ‘responsible’ reportage. I took verbatim a recent, highly publicised statement from an MP expressing the view that concern should be felt by everybody working in parliament, the members of the press gallery – “you guys”, “and MPs” – should details of the bedroom-olympics between the various parties become fair game in the public arena. I checked the ‘accurate, fair and balanced’ treatment of that statement from a single news outlet.    Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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Goodbye to science

Bob Brockie got the boot, and thus another reason to pick up a Fairfax paper disappeared with him.

His weekly science column was one of the best the awful collection of rags have ever carried; well phrased, often entertaining and always interesting. A good read; something the editors of the motley cluster of mastheads lately eschew.

I think the last straw for the luvvies was Brockie’s column in March: The Treaty has no place in scientific endeavour. I mean: how awful, how could he say such a thing that flies in the face of every card-carrying, easily-offended, humanities wet?

Duly a response to Brockie’s blasphemy was published, castigating him, and his ousting became an object of endeavour, to be replaced by a suitably conformist group-thinker with neither writing talent, or balance.   Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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Slander most vile

The implication is obvious, the innuendo palpable, the casual arrogance of certainty in the headline reading like an open-and-shut case.

Bias done it, in the birthing unit, by withholding the resuscitation machine.

When I first saw the headline in a newspaper I immediately assumed it was just another lazy attempt at clickbait by another bored sub-editor, the handiwork of pressarazzi who, like their camera-toting cousins in the paparazzi, it seems are always looking for the lowest angle to advance their wares, the paparazzi angling for the crotch-shot, the pressarazzi for the racism shot, both knowing, as does the sewer rat, that best feeding is the reward for getting closest to filth.   Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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ANZACs and ‘human vultures’

When the men of the New Zealand Mounted Rifle Brigade received orders to mount up and move out en-masse, battle-ready, during the night of 29th September, 1918 there was none of the usual grumbling; they hated night ‘stunts’. This night they moved with real urgency, they had no idea exactly what situation they would be riding into, all they knew with certainty was their mates from across the ditch were in trouble and they were on their way to help the Aussies out. There was absolutely no doubt every single member of the New Zealand brigade would willingly risk his own life, do whatever it took, to support their Australian brothers-in-arms; no question asked.    Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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‘Meth-hysteria’: Time for some balance

Gleaning over the often-rich pickings of General Debate on returning home a couple of nights ago I was alerted by commenter William Felt to a rare and unusual thing; a good article up on Stuff providing balance to the ‘meth-hysteria’ debate. It really is a hellish good read…Quote:

How many news scribes bothered to read Housing New Zealand’s (HNZ) methamphetamine contamination report last week, before rushing to join the feeding frenzy of condemnation? end quote. 

Good point. Following the author’s advice, I too read the HNZ report and found myself agreeing with Mike Yardley, the Stuff opinion-writer: “Why are we frittering away big bucks on compensation?” As pointed out by Yardley; his colleagues have obfuscated the reality and lambasted HNZ unfairly: Quote:

Hundreds of these tenants were already breaching other aspects of their tenancy agreements, like unpaid rent, vandalism and engaging in unlawful behaviour. end quote.

For example (from the report)

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Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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The golden language: A cautionary tale

Spoken Maori can indeed be beautiful, euphonic and lyrical. It can be stirring and emotional. A close friend remarked how, returning from Europe with his lovely wife on the same flight as the French Rugby-sevens entourage travelling to compete here, they were met at the airport transit area by a group of Wellington East Girls College students assembled to welcome the Gallic footballers in the middle of the night, the very first hour of a Tuesday morning. A call went up in the language of Maori, followed by a powhiri delivered to the Frenchmen by a young lady among the college group of size diminutive but vocal cords impressive entirely in te reo. My friend said ‘Mate; you should have seen it, it was amazing, beautiful, the whole terminal, everybody, just stopped in their tracks to listen and watch’. I wish I had seen it; that young lady was my daughter.     Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

To read my previous articles click on my name in blue.

Turf wars and Greens, both very ugly

The Spinoff

Turf wars are ugly whether on an international or a personal level. Typically they will descend to the most bitter hatred and sometimes, unfortunately, the most dreadful of all consequences. They are to be avoided altogether or cauterised very early by submission to a negotiated outcome.

Philosophical turf-wars are much harder to constrain, can be exceptionally vicious, and much longer lasting than an argument over a desk-space, the position of a fence-line, or even an international border. To observe the antics of those involved sometimes disappoints even the most cynical anthropologist as the gloves come off, as the mask of civility drops revealing the truly ugly underbelly of human beings we never thought capable of such hatred and vitriol.     Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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Transcribed exactly as spoken: For immediate release

Satire


Statement of the Prime Minister; the Honourable Jacinda Kate Laurell and Hardy Ardern on falsehoods.

Transcribed, exactly as spoken, by her loyal staff. For immediate release:


Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern winking gif


Uhm. look, I dunno.

People are being mean.

I did not, uhm, ah, lie to the public yesderday.

It was not the public, it was a man, it was just one bloke, uhm, and it was not a lie; he possidively said, my staff transcibed it, ‘are you gunna fire her’ and my answer was of course ‘no’. I saw the transcript, that’s what it, that’s what I said.

That’s what it said I said. That’s what they told me to say, and, keep in mind that I am a bacholeress of poliddical communications, so I am very precise.

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Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

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Fake news defends the fake news; well, I’ll be darned

Last week President Trump lambasted the negative coverage he receives from media and the apparent bias he detects in google-search results of current events. He is, of course, completely correct, as any conservative current-affairs tragic knows. We rely on our own, trusted, news-feeds to get a more balanced view.

Piqued at their bias being called out the anti-Trump cohort threw together a rebuttal, published at lefty Aussie site ‘The Conversation’ Friday and duly carried by various New Zealand sites yesterday including Stuff who ran it under the headline “Google News serves conservatives and liberals similar results, but favours mainstream media”’, while Newshub went all-in with “Why Trump’s claim of Google News bias is the real ‘fake news” above the identical piece.   Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

To read my previous articles click on my name in blue.

Hate-speech and Renee

One night in Paris; Francois-Marie pondered, as was his wont to do. It was 1756. He stared at the blank page before him, took his quill, dipped it with ink and began one of the more profound essays in the history of western thought, so profound that in the space of just one paragraph he penned two timeless and remarkable truths upon the fragility of reason and the danger of absurdity. Truths that would be consistently ignored; right up and into the 21st century. He wrote:

“Once your beliefs persuade you to believe what your intelligence declares to be absurd, beware, lest you likewise sacrifice your reason in the conduct of your life. In days gone by, there were people who said to us: “You believe in incomprehensible, contradictory and impossible things because we have commanded you to; now then, commit unjust acts because we likewise order you to do so.” Nothing could be more convincing. Certainly anyone who has the power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make you commit injustices.”   Read more »

Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag.

He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.

To read my previous articles click on my name in blue.