Brooke van Velden: Jacinda Ardern’s political ‘failure’ self-inflicted

NZ Herald
When Jacinda Ardern first led Labour, she was wrapped in "rapturous support". Photo / Getty Images

When Jacinda Ardern first led Labour, she was wrapped in “rapturous support”. Photo / Getty Images

Opinion:

All political careers end in failure. We hear it a lot, it’s a cut-down version of British politician Enoch Powell’s quote “All political lives, unless they are cut off in midstream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs”.

Jacinda Ardern gives her valedictory statement to Parliament today. She came in with great promises. Her Government would be kind, open and transparent, the housing crisis would be fixed, climate change solved in “her generation’s nuclear-free moment”, and child poverty dealt with.

Sadly, none of her promises came true. Some of them now seem ironic. “The most open and transparent Government” is a joke after the past week. Perhaps Powell was right, failure was inevitable?

That would be depressing, but it can’t be true. The world is a better place than it was when Powell spoke 50 years ago. That’s especially true for women, then less than half a dozen women had led a democracy. Now electorates frequently elect us to lead.

I’ve never understood why people hated Ardern. I’ve copped a bit of abuse for saying that she is not a bad person, in fact a very good person who was overwhelmed by the nature of politics and human affairs. I don’t hate her, what would that achieve?

There are strong and legitimate criticisms of Ardern. They need to be said to avoid more of the same mediocre outcomes. New Zealand needs a practical approach to governing, rather than a marketing approach.

Nowhere was Jacinda’s superhuman goodness, and failure to deliver, more on display than March 15 and the weeks following.

Her empathy, wearing that scarf and hugging victims’ families made her an international superstar. While the rest of the world was working out how the most powerful country picked Donald Trump’s nasty divisiveness, Jacinda gave hope. Her retort to Trump when he asked how he could help – send “sympathy and love for all Muslim communities”, was vintage Ardern. Strong, kind, and unmistakable all at once.

Then came a classic Ardern foible. When she first led Labour, she was wrapped in rapturous support. She announced a capital gains tax, then spent two years walking it back. After March 15, she was internationally acclaimed, and another captain’s call followed.

She announced all guns used in the attack would be banned. In total, 240,000 were banned and 60,000 collected. There are now 180,000 centre-fire semi-automatic firearms unaccounted for, and a licensed firearm community who should be the police’s eyes and ears feel marginalised and distrustful. We are less safe from firearms.

The pattern has largely repeated itself. If the 2017 election was about one thing, it was the failure of a country with so much land to provide enough warm dry homes. Today the biggest improvement the Government can point to is people have moved from cars to motels.

Nowhere was Jacinda’s superhuman goodness, and failure to deliver, more on display than March 15. Photo / Alan Gibson
Nowhere was Jacinda’s superhuman goodness, and failure to deliver, more on display than March 15. Photo / Alan Gibson

The problem again is marketing over substance. When KiwiBuild was launched, none other than Dave Dobbyn, now Sir Dave, played Welcome Home. Having the Government build homes was never going to solve the underlying problem. Reforming infrastructure funding and resource management was, and is, the right answer. We just lost six years while the problem got worse.

Child poverty did reduce, from around 13 per cent material hardship, to around 11 per cent. That is important, but benefit dependency is up. The improvements were achieved by transferring taxpayer money, not a stronger economy or stronger resilience. It was not only a practical failure, but a failure of values that got us here.

The same can be said in regard to climate change. The nuclear-free moment powered by Indonesian coal. Coal imports tripled; it would be smarter to keep using natural gas that emits less carbon for the same amount of energy but that industry was attacked, too. Again, the difference between sounding good and doing good.

New Zealand is a less united place today. Ardern’s sheer bloody-mindedness over vaccination led to the worst conflict since the Springbok Tour when the simple answer was to require vaccination or a negative test to participate in work and everyday activities. While Ardern was saying “if you want to do x, y, or z, get vaccinated,” the Government was actively stopping the import of rapid antigen tests.

The division over race is far worse, and will be more difficult to turn around. One constant in Ardern’s legacy is the work of Labour’s Māori caucus to ensure everything the Government does divides people into tangata whenua – land people here by right, and Tangata Tiriti – Treaty people here by the grace of the Treaty.

If Labour had one founding value everyone should support, it was universal human rights and liberal democracy. Now the Government has spent six years telling New Zealanders that their race defines their role in public affairs from healthcare to Three Waters governance. Making sense of the Treaty in a modern, multi-ethnic, liberal democratic state is now essential for the next Government.

All political careers end in failure, maybe. But Jacinda’s unique combination of superhuman emotional intelligence and abysmal practical problem-solving brought failure on herself. The next Government must learn the lessons she unwittingly taught us, and reunite this country behind ideas that actually work.

GOLD ABSOLUTE GOLD

Serena Campbell
April 25 at 9:36pm ·
THIS IS AN ACTUAL CUSTOMER REVIEW FROM A MAN ON AMAZON.CO.UK AFTER USING VEET HAIR REMOVAL CREAM FOR MEN.
I ACTUALLY HAD TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE WHILE READING IT!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOO FUNNY!!!:
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of
this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the
more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus’s birthday as a bit if a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters
writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types…Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was.
I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise
I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen.
I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling
I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head.
Religion hadn’t featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion
to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg.
Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in
blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall
into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the
hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid off
and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery
stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and
I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a
bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.
I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse.
This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it
felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the
kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come
and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell
end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her
and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which
resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout
fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and
having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…
so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect ~ Cerys

Here’s a hilarious thread of 28 everyday things that have now been labeled racist

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This dude Greg who is apparently a gay combat veteran compiled this exquisite thread of everyday things that have now comically been labeled rrraaaccciiiisssssst by the Woke Mafia.

Per usual, instead of embedding a zillion tweets and hurting your wifi’s feelings, I have provided screen shots. If you wanna view it on Twitter, the thread starts here.

Now just grab some popcorn and get ready to learn all about how incredibly racist you are! Enjoy:

Now you know how irreparably racist you are. You are so freaking racist!!

I’ll go ahead and leave this here for you … please print it out, pin it to your shirt, and wear it everywhere: