A Letter from the Insides

Now a New Zealand citizen coming on 6 months and a resident over 5 years, the original excitement and pride is in the throes of indigestion. The unfair ratio of representation by our bureaucratic bunglers on top of their melting ice cream Trumpet (Taxbury brand natch!) does nothing for one's ulcerations. Even in a moment's light air of egg throwing (we need leaden humour here) to get the cotton our of their ears, the National blue-suits get called in to protect the fannies of the top 10 members.

Now these cuts - how sickening! I would rather see my taxes going to educate my fellow country-people and developing our brains. They could, employed by the government, be used in trained and efficient planning (ahead of time HA, HA, well isn't that what it means?) to get us New Zeewees on our feet so we can adapt to our mental-physical resources efficiently and collectively. This would be better than present examples of government wastage. For example, I have just left the Ministry of "Sworn to Secrecy" where my particular Division spent the thousands of dollars left, only a few weeks before the end of the tax year on multiple cheap, shoddy ideas just to justify an increased costs claim in the "budget". Part of my job involved the disposal of such ill-planned, scrapped-in-the-end ideas. In other words hiding the facts from public view. Surely this wastage coupled with other Govt. Depts could be used to educate our people and helpless fortunates from poor overseas countries.

Since departing from that dept some of my tummy-rumblings have subsided, but inklings of a guilty conscience linger on.

No, I'm not going back overseas, I'm a Kiwi, proud of it, love this land of honeycombs but hate the Queen Bee and its inefficient policy.