Bowalley Road

Ruminations of an Old New Zealander

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Where have all the grown-ups gone?

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ARE there no grown-ups left in this country? No one capable of grasping the full significance of the multiple crises through which New Zeala...
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Saturday, 28 March 2009

A Serious Case of Mislabelling

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THERE’S nothing quite as dangerous as a mislabeled bottle of medicine. Swallowing a couple of tablets of cyanide mislabeled as aspirin would...
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Monday, 23 March 2009

Not A Gentle Species

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Strange Fruit: A Florida lynch-mob of the 1920s admire their handiwork. Human-beings exhibit a deep fascination with the public infliction ...
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Thursday, 19 March 2009

Something Is Happening Here

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Why has the National Party suddenly reverted to type? And where has "that nice Mr Key" got to? SOMETHING has happened. You can he...
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Friday, 13 March 2009

The Takeover

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To secure a florishing private prison system, it is first necessary to secure an ever-increasing supply of prisoners. Fortunately, this isn...
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Monday, 9 March 2009

The New Worker

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Welcome to my air-conditioned, computer keyboard nightmare! A SPECTRE is haunting the factories, shops and offices of the 21st Century. It ...
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Friday, 6 March 2009

Labour: Political Party or Cosy Club?

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National Secretary of the EPMU - and now Labour Party President - Andrew Little. IS Labour still a political party or has it become some so...
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Chris Trotter
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.
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