Twitter and the blogosphere are abuzz about Paul Holmes’ post-Waitangi day rant. You can read it here. The phrase ‘tired and emotional’ springs to mind. It’s not exactly news that Holmes is a bitter, ignorant racist, but I really like this tangent at the end of the piece:
Overseas, just to change the subject and keep an elegant internationalism in the column, can you believe Russia’s and China’s intransigence at the United Nations Security Council on the matter of Syria?
So now Syria will grind on in broken, abject misery for the rest of the year until they shoot the despot.
I can’t figure old rat-face Bashir. He must know that he’s going the way of Gaddafi, with a refuge in a filthy sewer pipe for a while before the bullet in the head, being towed backwards through the streets to public display in a meat locker.
He’s married to a very beautiful British woman, Bashir, a real English rose. One report suggested she and her family had tried to leave Syria last week but the convoy had been seen and turned back.
She must know what’s coming. Armageddon is what’s coming. One dreads to imagine what they’ll do to her pretty face.
Remind me to light candles for Eva Braun and Clara Petacci next VE day. They were the real victims. (Obviously the sub-text here is also racial: Holmes is mortified that a white person might be harmed in the midst of all this incidental bloodshed.)
I like the Herald. It’s a really good newspaper, but I’m not sure why they keep publishing this sort of content. According to the latest Neilson figures (via DPF) their readership dropped by 5%, and it seems likely that their penchant for publishing racist and misogynistic material (although they’ve now dropped Garth George) plays a role in that.
Also, too, I like it that our ‘National Day’ is rather fraught. In most countries, the National Day is about celebrating exceptionalism, which is kind of stupid when every nation in the world insists that they’re the best. Waitangi Day reminds us that we’re still a work in progress.