Milk Man,
It is not me who needs to do more reading; it is you.
My little dissertation (above) comes from being well versed in Macro and Micro economics, also too, in the business realities of being a business owner and from being a business employee. I have stated nothing new.
I have been poor and I have been rich. At present, I am comfortable (for now). At anytime I am very aware that everything I have today could be gone tomorrow. I have worked “grunt jobs” and I have had “dream jobs.” There is no job too degrading that I would not accept if it meant feeding my family and keeping a roof over their heads, no matter how humble.
The universe is a harsh and unyielding place. We use our Churches, governments, friends and families as shields between our individual lives and the cold reality of our physical world. We may tell ourselves that there is no God but at the end of the day, on our last breath, we will pray for one.
Distracting yourself by attempting to determine my intentions, or who I am is pointless. Am I a Troll? If it makes you feel better – then yes I am. But, know this: I am not selling anything (not even the man behind exnzpat) and that should tell you all you need to know. Better to think of me as a Ghost-in-the-Machine or a Fly-in-the-Ointment. I have zero stake in the personalities that make up the New Zealand real-estate circle. From the fast talking lawyers to the property gurus and the want-a-be-property-millionaires; I am not impressed. I have the luxury of time, experience, and the gift-of-the-gab to call them out; challenge them, expose them or applaud them as I see fit. I am the unexpected guest: untouchable, unknowable and unseeing – surely that is enough for you?
But, if you need more… pompous ass also comes to mind. I am a fat lonely loser who still lives with his mother, and who has the luxury of posting at 4am because my job at the Fish & Chip shop starts at 6pm and goes only to 10pm. I have all day to sleep. The rest of the time my fat stubby greasy fingers stumping away at the keys at 4am – Oh, the horror of the imagery! Perhaps I have never travelled beyond the confines of the Auckland CBD (except for that one time to see the specialist in Wellington for my morbid obesity).
Could I be all these things? Some of those things? Or none of them?
Could I be a lie?
And if it is true of me -- then isn't it true of all of us?
It is not me who needs to do more reading; it is you.
My little dissertation (above) comes from being well versed in Macro and Micro economics, also too, in the business realities of being a business owner and from being a business employee. I have stated nothing new.
I have been poor and I have been rich. At present, I am comfortable (for now). At anytime I am very aware that everything I have today could be gone tomorrow. I have worked “grunt jobs” and I have had “dream jobs.” There is no job too degrading that I would not accept if it meant feeding my family and keeping a roof over their heads, no matter how humble.
The universe is a harsh and unyielding place. We use our Churches, governments, friends and families as shields between our individual lives and the cold reality of our physical world. We may tell ourselves that there is no God but at the end of the day, on our last breath, we will pray for one.
Distracting yourself by attempting to determine my intentions, or who I am is pointless. Am I a Troll? If it makes you feel better – then yes I am. But, know this: I am not selling anything (not even the man behind exnzpat) and that should tell you all you need to know. Better to think of me as a Ghost-in-the-Machine or a Fly-in-the-Ointment. I have zero stake in the personalities that make up the New Zealand real-estate circle. From the fast talking lawyers to the property gurus and the want-a-be-property-millionaires; I am not impressed. I have the luxury of time, experience, and the gift-of-the-gab to call them out; challenge them, expose them or applaud them as I see fit. I am the unexpected guest: untouchable, unknowable and unseeing – surely that is enough for you?
But, if you need more… pompous ass also comes to mind. I am a fat lonely loser who still lives with his mother, and who has the luxury of posting at 4am because my job at the Fish & Chip shop starts at 6pm and goes only to 10pm. I have all day to sleep. The rest of the time my fat stubby greasy fingers stumping away at the keys at 4am – Oh, the horror of the imagery! Perhaps I have never travelled beyond the confines of the Auckland CBD (except for that one time to see the specialist in Wellington for my morbid obesity).
Could I be all these things? Some of those things? Or none of them?
Could I be a lie?
And if it is true of me -- then isn't it true of all of us?


) switched to the sickness benefit when her child reached 18 years of age. I think prior to the switch - the unemployment and 'working for families' benefits were paying well - but when the child reached 18 and that benefit stopped - the sickness benefit was more rewarding.....with the added benefit of being able to smoke dope for 'health' reasons.
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