Lindsay Perigo
Lindsay Perigo

The Politically Incorrect Show - 11/10/2000

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Good afternoon, Kaya Oraaa & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Wednesday October 11, proudly sponsored by Neanderton Nicotine Ltd., the show that says bugger the politicians & bureaucrats & all the other bossyboot busybodies who try to run our lives with our money; that stands tall for free enterprise, achievement, profit, & excellence, against the state-worshippers in our midst; that stands above all for the most sacred thing in the universe, the liberty of the human individual.

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Not my words today, but those of Libertarianz leader Peter Cresswell at the party's annual conference over the weekend. I endorse them wholeheartedly, & urge you all to heed them if you're interested in a meaningful alternative to the tweedledum-tweedledee statism of all our major political parties:

"There are some bloody good people in this country. Hard working. Productive. Independent. Driving around the South Island some years ago I met such a one on the West Coast. I stumbled on a gentleman who spent his time sifting through old mine tailings to find the gold last century's mining technology had missed. Each week he shifted six tons of earth - he DID have an earthmover (fortunately for his back) - and his reward each week was a smalllump of gold, about two to three ounces.

"I held the lump in my hand. Have you ever held a lump of gold? It was heavy - heavier than I expected; this small lump represented this man's work for a week. The weight in my hand represented the value of his work. He dug it out, he processed it, he refined it, and here was his reward. And now he was required to hand forty percent of it over to Graham Holland. What had Graham done to earn it? Nothing! Why did he have to give forty percent of it to Graham? Because we live in a society where the sheeple allow the government to demand money with menaces. Damn it, they don't just allow it, they positively bleat for it!

"We have to change that attitude. That is the job of this party - to challenge the ideas that allow governments to openly demand money with menaces, and to get away with it. It is our job to help that man keep that whole lump of gold.

"And not just him - to help other good people keep what they have earned. To help Adrian Chisholm from being overrun by Council sewage; to help Roger and Elsa Johnson from losing their pig farm; to help my partner, Carol, keep her Montessori school, and her career; to help parents keep their children from those child molestors of the mind who inhabit NZ's schools. To help good New Zealanders who are being shat upon by bad govts - and to open their eyes while we help them. To help ourselves, by helping them - for it is only an accident of circumstance that means these good people have felt the knife thrust first...

"The IRD held a gun to the head of Ian Lee Mutton, and demanded everything he had. The last thing Ian Mutton did on this earth was to write the following note: "The fucken tax department, you are total arseholes. Absolute shit heads. You write off huge tax incentives, but you wouldn't do it for me. But who gives a fuck, because I beat you, because I came into this world with nothing and left with zero. I got off this planet because I fucken hate it." He signed it: "Not a very happy person," and then he killed himself. Seven months later his thirteen year old son Trevor Mutton followed him. He couldn't bear the loss of his Dad.

"What sort of planet is it when good people like this can be hounded to their deaths by scum. Where is the justice? ...

"The memory of this good man and his son should fill your thoughts whenever you hear someone demand money from the gummint; whenever you hear pseudo Mordi tell us what gaps they could close if only they could spend Other People's Money; every time you hear an athlete whining for more gov't money to train for the Olympics; every time yet another Colin McCahon scrawl is bought with tax dollars; when you hear Sandra Lee offer to pave Tame Iti's road with tax dollars; when Michael Cullen promises to invest your stolen superannuation dollars on your behalf - remember the gun to the head of Ian Mutton. Whenever anyone of this cabinet of contemptible low life scum opens their mouth to tell you the state is sovereign, remember: they have a gun to your head. Remember Ian Mutton, and know they are willing to use it. The money for these vermin comes from the blood of good people. We must never forget that."


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