Go forth and multiply. So commandeth the leader of the National Party, Christopher Luxon. Your country needs you to breed. "We need people," he said.
"Here is the deal. Essentially New Zealand stopped replacing itself in 2016. I encourage all of you to go out there and have more babies if you wish. That would be helpful."
He wasn't really suggesting that those citizens of breeding age partake in a country-wide bonkathon. It was a joke, he had to explain. If you have to explain that you have made a joke, you haven't made a joke. You've made a failed attempt at a joke.
As is widely known, Luxon is anti-abortion. As stupid failed jokes go, then, this one was more risky than risqué. He really should stay away from jokes involving reproduction. But that is not the real problem with his lame attempt at humour. The real problem is that he didn't know it was a crap joke, and that he really should stay away from jokes involving reproduction.
As a first-term politician, he still has the training wheels on, and he's still learning to ride his bike without wobbling madly.
He was on a roll. Down the slippery slope he went, on his wobbly way. Later in the week he managed to get a gumboot stuck in his gob while chatting up farmers in Helensville. He was auditioning for the role of prime minister, or perhaps minister of tourism. The country he wanted to run was a "very negative, wet, whiny, inward-looking country". Got that, you whiny lot? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Take a spoonful of concrete and harden the fuck up.
But hang on. Doesn't complaining about negative whiners make you a negative whiner?
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First-world problem
Harrowing tales of migrants attempting to enter the US highlight the political failure to fully tackle the problem.
Applying intelligence to AI
I call it the 'Terminator Effect', based on the premise that thinking machines took over the world.
Nazism rears its head
Smirky Höcke, with his penchant for waving with a suspiciously straight elbow and an open palm, won't get to be boss of either state.
Staying ahead of the game
Will the brave new world of bipartisanship that seems to be on offer with an Infrastructure Commission come to fruition?
Grasping the nettle
Broccoli is horrible. It smells, when being cooked, like cat pee.
Hangry? Eat breakfast
People who don't break their fast first thing in the morning report the least life satisfaction.
Chemical reaction
Nitrates in processed meats are well known to cause harm, but consumed from plant sources, their effect is quite different.
Me and my guitar
Australian guitarist Karin Schaupp sticks to the familiar for her Dunedin concerts.
Time is on my side
Age does not weary some of our much-loved musicians but what keeps them on the road?
The kids are not alright
Nuanced account details how China's blessed generation has been replaced by one consumed by fear and hopelessness.