Chris Trotter has spent most of his adult life either engaging in or writing about politics. He was the founding editor of The New Zealand Political Review (1992-2005) and in 2007 authored No Left Turn, a political history of New Zealand. Living in Auckland with his wife and daughter, Chris describes himself as an “Old New Zealander” – i.e. someone who remembers what the country was like before Rogernomics. He has created this blog as an archive for his published work and an outlet for his more elegiac musings. It takes its name from Bowalley Road, which runs past the North Otago farm where he spent the first nine years of his life. Enjoy.
The blogosphere tends to be a very noisy, and all-too-often a very abusive, place. I intend Bowalley Road to be a much quieter, and certainly a more respectful, place. So, if you wish your comments to survive the moderation process, you will have to follow the Bowalley Road Rules. These are based on two very simple principles: Courtesy and Respect. Comments which are defamatory, vituperative, snide or hurtful will be removed, and the commentators responsible permanently banned. Anonymous comments will not be published. Real names are preferred. If this is not possible, however, commentators are asked to use a consistent pseudonym. Comments which are thoughtful, witty, creative and stimulating will be most welcome, becoming a permanent part of the Bowalley Road discourse. However, I do add this warning. If the blog seems in danger of being over-run by the usual far-Right suspects, I reserve the right to simply disable the Comments function, and will keep it that way until the perpetrators find somewhere more appropriate to vent their collective spleen.
I'd be quite happy for the 'system' to be replaced by the one we used to have before the neo-libs started taking it down, globally. I suspect your Mum would have agreed, though I'm not sure that many of the 99%ers would.
A dilapidated van with a giant loudspeaker on its roof glides through central Prague blaring patriotic arias at a deafening level punctuated by short exhortations from its driver whose jubilant peace sign is reciprocated by a surprising number of grinning onlookers. In Athens the artists are prolific on public spaces with wit and humour and from Barcelona to Balclutha, Lucy lawless in New Plymouth to Lorilee in Longville, there's a coming of cool.
Cool Power. Poetry, song: tiny anti-establishment stencils and youth with conviction. It's lighting Europe, it's what fired the 50,000 against mining, it's what Hone has in spades. It's what a tory aches for but can never possess: it's repressed in the hearts of countless young kiwis, and it's long overdue for release.
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As my mother used to say "you young people who are going to take down the system. What are you going to replace it with?"
Anonymous @ 10.20 am
I'd be quite happy for the 'system' to be replaced by the one we used to have before the neo-libs started taking it down, globally. I suspect your Mum would have agreed, though I'm not sure that many of the 99%ers would.
A dilapidated van with a giant loudspeaker on its roof glides through central Prague blaring patriotic arias at a deafening level punctuated by short exhortations from its driver whose jubilant peace sign is reciprocated by a surprising number of grinning onlookers. In Athens the artists are prolific on public spaces with wit and humour and from Barcelona to Balclutha, Lucy lawless in New Plymouth to Lorilee in Longville, there's a coming of cool.
Cool Power. Poetry, song: tiny anti-establishment stencils and youth with conviction. It's lighting Europe, it's what fired the 50,000 against mining, it's what Hone has in spades. It's what a tory aches for but can never possess: it's repressed in the hearts of countless young kiwis, and it's long overdue for release.
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