I guess an explanation of why there’s been a dropoff in activity here is in order:
- We have a National Government.
I started this blog in 2006 in outrage at the Labour government’s blatant corruption as they successfully evaded legal consequences for their stealing of the 2005 election.
Well, they’re out of power now, and I am big enough to admit that many of the things I criticised Labour for National is now doing. I really should criticise them more, but it seems a little pointless. I mean, when you have rabid dogs like The Standard (which I haven’t gone near in months) and others raging against even the smallest things (John Key smiled? He is trying to manipulate the public!!!) that the government is doing, it feels like I’d be doing the equivalent of tut-tuting the poorly tied shoes of a stabbing victim.
- Yes, National have regularly abused urgency.
- Yes, Bill English was wrong to have rented his own house back to himself
- Yes, John Key should have done far better in dealing with his conflicts of interest
- Yes, it does seem that John Key lied when it came to his knowledge of the limousine renewal
2. Politics isn’t interesting anymore.
I am extremely disappointed with the National government. Disgusted even with some of the things they have done. But we simply don’t have anything better – in any direction. And that fact puts me off politics.
What about Labour? Well again we have nothing to inspire. Phil Goff is a pathetic shadow of a party leader, a “new” leader who’s way past due. Labour’s biggest attack dog, Trevor Mallard, is even more pathetic as someone who is out of touch with all reality to a point that leaves me feeling sorry for him, and his party even though I despise them both. I honestly believe that Labour need to lose Mallard far, far more than they need to lose Goff.
It’s just all rather sad really.
3. Cutting Back
I got into Twitter a few months back. I had some good conversations, and I had some bad ones. I made a fool of myself, and I got others to make a fool of themselves. But I realised in doing so that there is a never ending stream of good one-liners in the world, and constant stream of “here’s what I think” that it simply isn’t healthy or necessary to keep track of.
I’ve also cut out RSS. I switched to RSS a few years back, and it quickly became a way of keeping track of more and more… and more.. and more… until I was reading hundreds of stories a day, few of which made the slightest difference to my life. I was so bogged down trying to keep track of everything that I was no longer able to keep track of much else.
These days, I pretty much read kiwiblog, NRT and Patterico. NRT keeps me up to date with the left (rants and noble causes all), Patterico keeps me up to date with a sprinkling of US stories, and Kiwiblog varies horribly in usefulness and the quality of comments!
4. I’m not famous
Ultimately, blogging has been fun, but this little blog hasn’t set the world on fire. I started out with a hiss and a roar, but decided a few months later that I didn’t want to go down the Whale Oil route (though some might disagree!). I started censoring myself, softening my tone.
I think that was the right thing to do, but it’s a lot harder to blog when you’re trying to be reasonable. I haven’t always managed it. The inclination is to abuse people, but to really make a contribution takes time and effort and that’s not something I’ve always been able to put in. I don’t really think I’ve ever found this blog’s place in the world (I’ve tried a few tricks, but haven’t really been satisfied with the results), and I suppose that has severely hampered it’s readership – which is what all blogging is about, isn’t it?
I want to say a lot more. But it’s incredibly late and I have to get up in the morning. So I’ll leave you with this poem that I learned in school (strangely, I didn’t learn any poems about how wonderful the crusades were in my Christian education!) and leave it at that. It’s been on my mind for whatever reason, and I thought I’d post it.
Speak gently! — It is better far
To rule by love, than fear —
Speak gently — let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! — Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship’s accents flow;
Affection’s voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: —
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear —
Pass through this life as best they may,
‘T is full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring — know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! — He who gave his life
To bend man’s stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, ‘Peace, be still.’
Speak gently! — ‘t is a little thing
Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.