Paul Holmes is in the Herald today, fusing his not-irreconcilable roles as most respected journalist in the New Zealand and dumbest person in the world, to muse about the scourge of beneficiaries . . .
Yes, and they give the kids these absurd names like Serrendipity Ragamuffin Sunshine or Thus Spake Zarathustra, names we hear when the kids arrive at Starship with their heads stoved in by a recent boyfriend who can’t stand their screaming.
But that’s another issue entirely. That’s where you start to mull upon sterilisation. That’s where you start to mull on granting certificates before pregnancies can proceed. And God knows, parenting is the hardest thing.
This is way beyond Holmes’ paygrade, but taking a minute to think about those suggestions from a policy perspective – how you’d implement and enforce state-mandated sterilisation and abortion regimes and what our society would look like when you did – is most illumination.