Thread: march on parliament

March Report.

523km, one double quarterpounder and fries ’n’ Coke, one chipped windscreen (thank you for nothing hippie Kombi speeding through the roadworks near Turakina) and another donation to the Parking Vampires in Wellington later:

- A friendly, well-presented march of mostly country-origin farming folk, all ages, two genders, plus kids and dogs. No purple-haired Trigglypuffs present at all. Winning combo.

- Dunno how many numbers, but looked impressive from my poz at the back.

- The sign ebf copied in his post was not representative. Most signs were green, polite, good-humoured and accurate.

- Saw only 5-6 other firearm-related signs but I may have missed some. I went with “Lost my gun in a voting accident” - inspiration provided by others.

- March lead by a tractor, Tail End Charlie was a ?sheep truck.

- Great 1-page handout to passers-by which was accurate, friendly, firm, and right on target. Asking for a Fair Go. Worth reading if you can find it: I did not know half of the ways the Govt is screwing farmers and their families. Bastard-coated bastards with a bastard filling and bastard sprinkles.

- Donations went to the Life Flight trust, so I did, rather than to COLFO, just for today. Farmers are likely to need Life Flight more than average.

- Did not see any COLFO table set up at Parliament (not a complaint, just an observation). Pity, I wanted to say thank you in person for representing us well.

- Left to head home as the blowhard blustering utu-threatening neph-’n’crim-cuddling Shane ‘Jackoff’ Jones got started on his speech. Did not want to catch any of his corrupt verbal diarrhea. Plus, I might have wanted to heckle the fat sawn-off little Jeckle, and crew-cut minders with ear-pieces were scattered hither and yon, especially yon near the microphones.

- Spoke to a coupla bemused-but-friendly cityslickers. They were woefully ignorant of the issues farmers and LFAOs face.

- There was one looney-tunes pro-Greta sign-holder on the Parliamentary green space. I engaged not with him; no point ever in arguing with an idiot: he’ll drag you down to his level and beat you with his experience there.

It was worthwhile to go, regardless.

But still, fuck that Kombi.