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Rodney's Christchurch Working Class IrrelevancySubmitted by Elijah on Mon, 2008-11-10 06:40
John Key and Rodney Hide have something in common - they both used to be part of the Christchurch working class. Rodders has just accepted the post of Associate Minister of...ummmmm....who cares? in the Government of John Key. How pathetic. This is just typical of Christchurch working class people, a demographic I know a great deal about. There was a four year period when I lived in Christchurch and apart from a couple of overseas holidays never bothered to leave the 'Four Avenues' so busy was I partying and shagging my way through vast numbers of these chaps....("more plentiful than hors d' oeuvres" as my friend Carl used to say) I reviewed my diaries in order to write this post and it seems the figure is around 1.12 chaps per day for four years...(gosh! was it THAT many?!?!)...and as such, I am therefore an absolute expert on Christchurch working class chaps. One thing which always stuck me about Christchurch working class people is how inferior and inept they feel when in the presence of someone...well..ummmmm...someone like me. It is no great surprise then that Rodney, being 'socially inferior' to almost everybody, slunk into John Key's office and said "please, Sir, if it is not too much trouble, I will help you create a communist republic but can you please, please make me a junior minister?" Contrast that with what I would have done.... I would have walked into John Key's office and immediately spotting him as a member of the Christchurch working class (and therefore subservient and 'pulling rank-able') would have said "Ah, Mr Key, I will be Deputy Prime Minister, and want the portfolio of [write whatever you want here], will give the final signoff on major decisions oh, and go and make me a cup of tea with milk and two sugars" ....to which he would have unhesitatingly jumped up and done. This is the great joy of privilege, rank and superiority...the only life I have known since the age of about 10. This is something the Rodders of the World will never know, and do not have the balls to go out and 'take' in any event. Enjoy your Junior Minister irrelevancy ...gosh...how pathetic you ACT chaps are.
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Lets remember
This 'working class' has to do more with the aspirational society and the 'picking oneself up by the boot straps' than anything to do with reality. In the end, it does actually help us libertarians. If we as libertarians show that people, from the most crappiest of beginnings can climb the greasy pole and become a success - then anyone who is willing to work hard can achieve the same sort of thing.
Ha ha...oh Greg, gosh...was
Ha ha...oh Greg, gosh...was not suggesting you were being inaccurate..happy to pay up...(spent the last couple of days getting the $50,900 in readies together to pay up to everyone else, alas)...and yes, gosh, jolly Helen Clark...fancy losing the election and costing me so much money! ...you think she would have had the decency to 'steal' or simply 'ban' the election to help me out
ha ha!
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Not at Glenn's,
I didn't wish to take [monetary] advantage of you, but here.
Oh! gosh! did I have a bet
Oh! gosh! did I have a bet with you, too Greg?!?
...oh right..(had completely forgotten)...was that back in May at that rather drunken evening at Glenn Jameson's house?
Gosh, this jolly election has cost me over $50,000 in lost bets, dammit!
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Ha
You remind me of that English programme "Shameless." But of course with ostensibly upwardly mobile sensibility.
3/10. And you owe me $50 for the National trouncing.
Congratulations
... I think you have finally managed to become a parody of yourself.