Sunday, February 6, 2011

Michael Laws example A


This guy just litters the world's consciousness with tacky inflammatory comments. He takes no consideration of the wider social, political and cultural contexts. Why does the Dominion Post give him a column? Oh that's right ratings. How sensationalist, snore. And his argument is that if you're not a "contributing" member of society you should not have the right to exist. Who determines what "contributing"is and to whose society? And the blame is largely laid at the feet of woman. Pick up your game Mike - think a bit.

I copied in his column below so you can read for yourself his naivety:

MICHAEL LAWS

Produce the licence or forget about reproducing


Having a child should require a demonstration that the child has the real opportunity for a future, and the real chance to

be a positive contributor.


ONE OF the great superstitions of our time is that animals are people too. From the dreamy anthropomorphism of

Disney to the midnight raids of animal activists, a belief has sprung that we have an especial responsibility for all

sentient non sapiens.


In essence, they are little people – only with horns, hides, trotters and beaks. And instead of being here as a food

source or mode of entertainment, our job is to treat them as a kind of disabled kiddy.


In fact, the disconnect is so total in parts of the West that biology lessons, explaining the origin of supermarket meat,

are accompanied by health warnings and smelling salts. Every vego and vegan is still recovering from the trauma.


New Zealanders are not immune to such nonsense. Cats and dogs are treated as mini-children, the SPCA thunders its

outrage every second week and we are about to liberate mad pigs from their pens. It will end up just like community

care – gibbering masses on street corners having incontinence problems.


And we do a special line in outstanding upset whenever any case of animal cruelty hits the courts. Throw a rock at a

seal or tie a firework to a cat's tail, and you are immediately labelled a psychopath.


In the Oamaru District Court last week a new wrinkle was added to the old question: what is more important – a human

life or that of an animal? On this occasion, the animal won.


Cue Sheryl Santos Teriaki. She is a 19-year-old who has been convicted of a particularly nasty case of animal neglect

involving dead, dying and emaciated dogs, over a four-month period.


The district court judge was disposed to send her to jail but took a look at her burgeoning belly and opted for house

arrest/community detention instead. Indeed Judge Paul Kellar made it very clear that only the six-month-old in her belly

saved her from prison.


But then he did something quite strange. He banned her from owning any kind of dog for the next 10 years. Bad girl.

Yeah, but it gets better, Teriaki has been a very active bad girl. Despite already having a child, she has managed to

acquire two other criminal convictions – both from last year. One, for beating up her then partner and a second, for

drink-driving. The animal cruelty conviction is her third in 11 months.


Which explains the proximity of prison. And the dog banning.

Yes, but Teriaki is allowed to have a human child. She is deemed unworthy to own a dog but a kid is just fine.

Contrast this with adoption in New Zealand. The adoptive parents are put through a series of excoriating tests to

determine whether they would be worthy parents. It is a searching examination of not simply the physical environment

that will be provided to any child, but the psychological fitness.


Apply those tests to every child being brought into this world and I'd bet many parents would be a fail. But no, we let

everyone breed.


I would like to think that any child that Teriaki turns out will be an educated, empathetic and contributing member of

society. A taxpayer, even. But I won't be holding my breath that she won't simply contribute to our feral underclass.

Because Teriaki – and those like her – are provided with an assumption that must be challenged. That everyone has

the right to have a child.


If any woman is manifestly unfit, subnormal, drug addicted and destructive then we might tee up Child Youth and

Family to wait in the delivery room. But only after the child is born.


Cue another six months pregnant, mum-to-be, 35-year-old Isabelle Kare Brown. You will remember her from last week

because her lawyer Tony Bouchier did the unthinkable and petitioned the court for her to be locked up rather than freed.

She was living rough, hopelessly addicted to anything, and had been so for years. It is unclear whether she evolved into

a feral or was made one.


Two previous children have been removed from her. Of course, CYF put that in a kinder way when responding to the

court. Their exact words were "Her history of serious drug abuse, mental health issues and transience means we have

grave concerns about the wellbeing of her unborn child."


Yet we still allow Brown and all the other damaged ferals to breed. Indeed, as I have pointed out before, we actively

encourage them through our welfare system, our state housing policy, our legal aid programme and endless

sympathetic social workers. There comes a stage when a society has the right to protect itself from the bad decisions

of others. And of acting when it anticipates harm.


In these excessively libertarian times, our society allows rights to people who should not have them and are not in a

position to exercise them responsibly. Which leaves two options. Either we involuntarily sterilise these pathetic

wretches. Or we offer financial inducements for them not to have children.


The reality is that having a child should require a test. A demonstration that the child has the real opportunity for a

future, and the real chance to be a positive contributor. Instead we work on the opposite tangent: have as many kids as

you like. But if you want that dog? Prove yourself.


mlaws@radiolive.co.nz

- Sunday Star Times

Read here: http://www.stuff.co.nz/sunday-star-times/opinion/4622372/Produce-the-licence-or-forget-about-reproducing

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Teaching training - way cool!


Sooo finally I am training to be a teacher. It rules.
I even did a noho maraea, which was heaps of fun.

We're getting married

Simon and I are engaged to be married in March 2012. We are planning a wedding in an old hall and we're thinking on along the lines of this photo - so pretty!

Simon' new obsession: spear fishing


I am in full support of hobbies that deliver something, even better when it is in the form of kia moana!

Simon got a spear gun a few months ago and has been going out regularly. Our flatmate also sometimes joins him on the excursions. I went with him once, but the visibility was rubbish. I couldn't see more than a metre away. The risk of being shot far too high for my liking. Plus I saw something move below me. I was pretty sure it was a sting ray.

He goes to secret man-spots, which are passed around like sacred scripture.

First time he went out he bought home half a dozen Moki.

Summer Holidays 2010/2011


Summer holidays, they seem like so long ago now, but it was just over three weeks ago that I was sleeping in, reading and sunbathing.

First stop was peaceful Raglan. Where Simon (my fiancee) taught me to surf. Left, is his wee cousin playing tug-of-war with Lady Bug, our 15 month old puppy.

Then it was on to sunny Hawke's Bay.

Here we stayed with good friends in Te Awanga. We toured wineries, swam daily, played cards, drank at noon, chewed through books and had some fierce political debates.

Lady Bug had the time of her life, being patted, played with and sleeping at her leisure.

We had a colourful New Years with our party merging with the next door neighbours and celebrating the first minuted of the new year with fireworks.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Girth of a Nation

my documentary title for a script I am writing on the Dinning Commons and how greed is making American fat and their crappy mixed market economy which is just really a capitalist economy grr

I am so past over it I have lost sight of it

If I come home at 2pm to find my twenty year old room mate watching re-runs of Full House and laughing, while its 30 degrees outside I am going to cut myself.