Daughter, Christmas.


Daughter, it’s what Christmas is about really. Don’t worry about your own lot in life, just be happy that all the kids are happy. In my block even all the abused, malnutritioned, seriously underperforming kids are happy for a day.

That is enough to keep this jaded old junky shit head smiling and thinking the world does have hope.

Until our Prime Minister appears on TV bestowing the virtues of another free market agreement he’s working on as a Christmas present to New Zealand businesses.

Bugger him. Idiot.

I am playing Angry Birds knock on wood, real life Angry Birds game.

Much better than being a right wing Prime Minister.


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