Parihaka Commemoration..
good morning listenersss
On the 5th november why don’t we give the fork to mr guy fawkes because he’s a spoon. Why not. why don’t we, while using our steak knives at our local guy fawkes barbie cue stake the guy for sure.. burn him on the steak like we burn our steaks on the barbie..
Its time we called this guy fawkes so called celebration a lemon. It’s a belmont. It’s a le
aky house. It’s a fridge with bad seals. its mikey havoc on ‘you wanna be a superstar’.
Let’s fork guy fawkes once for all and all for once…!!
And let’s be honest… we celebrate guy fawkes just because…we cant think of a better reason..
Now im not from the spca. Just cos a few sour pusses and hot dogs get a little close to the action – we shouldn’t ruin it for all the sensible cats and dogs who respect fire works.
Im not a member of the fire brigade. Nor a member of the girls brigade. Im not a member of any brigade advocating safety matches and fire safety badges.
No.. this rant is purely anti-guy. Guy fawkes is a bad d grade horror flick where the killer returns from the dead every year on 5 november to remind us how unimaginative and dull we are by remembering a violent terrorist plot that couldn’t be hatched, dispatched or matched. We light up to celebrate a loser and end up with the classic fizzer. If ever there was considerable evidence to diss the big bang theory – guy fawkes must be it. Nothing very big.. nothing very bang.
Nothing wrong with a few beers and a barbie with mates and giving a kid a sparkling sparkler to sparkle themselves.. but lets not pretend, and mostly we don’t care of course that something is happening here, … cos nothing is happening here, is it mr tyndyle.
Waitangi day is tricky, easter is just 2 days off for those stoned by the death of christ, queens birthday is naff, and labour day is good to test the boat out and christmas is just a birthday with different wrapping paper… anzac day rocks but that’s only one out of 365!!
Stop it I say…
Is now the time to invest some significance in our nations meager lot of sad celebrancies that are really just celibacies – sure, these dates have got legs on the calendar but nothing between these legs is getting up on the good foot… there is no seed. There aint no germinate. there is nothing going on in the sack people... Our festivals are ill conceived and barren and guy fawkes is the miscarriage of them all…
America for instance, has martin luther king day – a holiday in honour of the peacemaker who championed the black cause with his blood and dreams and big beautiful mouth..
Lets dream a little in aotearoa…
In new zealand we could honour our own staunch peace maker who wasn’t afraid of the big bad wolves of the crown. In parihaka, in 1880’s, a village in the shadow of taranaki our school books forgot to tell us about, lived a man named te whiti who welcomed followers from all tribes
to his village. They came seeking refuge, displaced by land wars and
confiscations, and were welcomed in peace.
The hunger for dirt meant the colonial powers continued to partake pasture. Te Whiti stood barefoot on his ground unwilling to let his land be carved like a fish. He prayed to his god and summoned the courage to live peace on earth, good will to all men.
On the 5th november, te whiti and his followers welcomed the colonial armed forces –poi took on cannon, where waiata greeted bayonets where children sang songs. Te whiti was arrested, his village sacked, his women raped yet he never betrayed the wairua of passive resistance. Later ghandi would get ideas…
It's as blindingly obvious as a 48 may show with lots of crowd blinders. Celebrate parihaka. Fork guy fawkes. Get soul but don’t be a soldier..
You’ve been listening to a rant sponsored by the parihaka project on the generator…
On the 5th november why don’t we give the fork to mr guy fawkes because he’s a spoon. Why not. why don’t we, while using our steak knives at our local guy fawkes barbie cue stake the guy for sure.. burn him on the steak like we burn our steaks on the barbie..
Its time we called this guy fawkes so called celebration a lemon. It’s a belmont. It’s a le
aky house. It’s a fridge with bad seals. its mikey havoc on ‘you wanna be a superstar’.
Let’s fork guy fawkes once for all and all for once…!!
And let’s be honest… we celebrate guy fawkes just because…we cant think of a better reason..
Now im not from the spca. Just cos a few sour pusses and hot dogs get a little close to the action – we shouldn’t ruin it for all the sensible cats and dogs who respect fire works.
Im not a member of the fire brigade. Nor a member of the girls brigade. Im not a member of any brigade advocating safety matches and fire safety badges.
No.. this rant is purely anti-guy. Guy fawkes is a bad d grade horror flick where the killer returns from the dead every year on 5 november to remind us how unimaginative and dull we are by remembering a violent terrorist plot that couldn’t be hatched, dispatched or matched. We light up to celebrate a loser and end up with the classic fizzer. If ever there was considerable evidence to diss the big bang theory – guy fawkes must be it. Nothing very big.. nothing very bang.
Nothing wrong with a few beers and a barbie with mates and giving a kid a sparkling sparkler to sparkle themselves.. but lets not pretend, and mostly we don’t care of course that something is happening here, … cos nothing is happening here, is it mr tyndyle.
Waitangi day is tricky, easter is just 2 days off for those stoned by the death of christ, queens birthday is naff, and labour day is good to test the boat out and christmas is just a birthday with different wrapping paper… anzac day rocks but that’s only one out of 365!!
Stop it I say…
Is now the time to invest some significance in our nations meager lot of sad celebrancies that are really just celibacies – sure, these dates have got legs on the calendar but nothing between these legs is getting up on the good foot… there is no seed. There aint no germinate. there is nothing going on in the sack people... Our festivals are ill conceived and barren and guy fawkes is the miscarriage of them all…
America for instance, has martin luther king day – a holiday in honour of the peacemaker who championed the black cause with his blood and dreams and big beautiful mouth..
Lets dream a little in aotearoa…
In new zealand we could honour our own staunch peace maker who wasn’t afraid of the big bad wolves of the crown. In parihaka, in 1880’s, a village in the shadow of taranaki our school books forgot to tell us about, lived a man named te whiti who welcomed followers from all tribes
to his village. They came seeking refuge, displaced by land wars and
confiscations, and were welcomed in peace.
The hunger for dirt meant the colonial powers continued to partake pasture. Te Whiti stood barefoot on his ground unwilling to let his land be carved like a fish. He prayed to his god and summoned the courage to live peace on earth, good will to all men.
On the 5th november, te whiti and his followers welcomed the colonial armed forces –poi took on cannon, where waiata greeted bayonets where children sang songs. Te whiti was arrested, his village sacked, his women raped yet he never betrayed the wairua of passive resistance. Later ghandi would get ideas…
It's as blindingly obvious as a 48 may show with lots of crowd blinders. Celebrate parihaka. Fork guy fawkes. Get soul but don’t be a soldier..
You’ve been listening to a rant sponsored by the parihaka project on the generator…
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