False Gods never rest

The Back story

New Zealanders can be quite gullible, which is why they fell in love with a somewhat weak woman, which they installed as their prime minister, then they idolised her like a God.

Apologies for the photo, perhaps this post should be ‘R’ rated !                  (photo courtesy of Oliviapierson.org)

This impowered her to the point where she considered herself to be ‘the single source of truth’

https://thepeoplesvoice.tv/jacinda-ardern-govt-is-your-single-source-of-truth-unless-you-hear-it-from-us-its-not-truth/

Towards that end, she brought off the media with  55 million dollars (Public interest journalism fund), and censored facebook via their own portal, among other things.

Anyone who questioned her narrative, was labelled as  a Nazi, white supremiscists , domestic terrorists, or just plain unsavoury people somehow.

The front story..

She’s largely disappeared from NZ, and is hiding in the USA somewhere, but just occassionally she turns up again like an annoying mosquito that wont leave you alone.

It seems that some sycopant put together some footage together to make a movie about her.

It’s basically a self indulgent, self congratulatory, narcissistic fictional movie, pretending to be a documentary.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt34965625/reviews/?ref_=tt_ov_ururv

Apologies again these photo’s, least it stir up bad memories for some.

It’s all very predictable, once you have realised she’s simply a shallow narcissist, and certainly not a God.

To help identify narcissist’s, simply follow the guide lines in the link below.

https://uncoffined.com/2025/01/09/that-narcissistic-relative/

It would be nice if the general population were a bit better at identifying these sorts of people for what they are, before they do too much damage.

Update

Oh look, she just won an award at the Sundance film festival. I guess those foreigners who promoted that film, don’t know her too well.

https://www.rnz.co.nz/news/world/540607/jacinda-ardern-documentary-wins-award-at-sundance-film-festival

House painting -pragmatism over perfection

After applying 140 litres of oil stain, we have finished oil-staining our house.

One of the quirks of oil-staining is that you don’t have much of a say in what the final colour will be.

The top and bottom were painted in the same colours in both these photo’s

We were advised not to paint the decks, otherwise you will have a job repainting them forever.

We did paint the stairs though, because they get a hard life from the weather.

If you are a perfectionist, I guess there’s always a bit more to paint, or perhaps touch that up a bit better.

There’s a time to stop though, and say it’s good enough.

On to the next project…

A passing influence for the good

One of the things we brought when we moved house was a to get a cat.

It was one of those decisions that worked out really well.

The kids adored that cat, and they all settled down nicely together in our new home.

We had picked out the most lively and responsive cat out of a litter of them, which meant she was very adventurous and out going.

Perhaps, though, maybe we had got a cat that was too adventurous.

She had that ‘I’m indestructible’ attitude about her, which didn’t help when she tried to cross the road.

A rushed trip to the vet with the kids was the best we could do, but she was in a lot of pain with internal injuries, so my wife made the difficult decision to have her put to sleep.

We had a funeral for her at home, which gave us a chance to say goodbye. Our daughter played a sad song on a recorder as we lay her to rest.

I would of liked to have treated that funeral as a celebration of her life, but words just failed me at the time.

She brought so much joy to us in her short life, it’s a shame it came to an abrupt end.

I do wonder though, if that overly adventurous attitude she had, meant she wasn’t meant to be with us for long.

However, there is some good news…

Fortunately, we had a second cat, which is a lot quieter, and somewhat reserved. It’s made it easier for the kids to move on.

May she be with us for a long time.

P.S. I hope so, because having to bury kids pets isn’t fun.