Another nail in liberty’s coffin.

NZ:
‘Customs is seeking new powers including requiring a person to provide a password or access to their electronic devices.
The agency has also floated other possibilities including collection of biometric information and making passengers empty their pockets if asked by an officer, even if there is no reasonable suspicion….’        link
Wabbit will go to jail rather than comply.  Not everything is the State’s business. The idea of personal privacy may be on its last legs among younger people – and anathema to governments – but damned if  it is for me.

The ‘Ministry for Culture and Heritage’ should butt out.

‘A protector of New Zealand heritage has stepped into the plans of Kiwi “Dambusters” veteran Les Munro to auction his war medals…’
There’d be no New Zealand heritage to protect if it wasn’t for the likes of Les Munro. What he chooses to do with his own hard-won medals is his own fucking business. Where were these leeches when Mr. Munro was flying a four-engined bomber at 60ft and getting the shit shot out of him?

Now for something very funny:

‘The Thinkers of Tomorrow’
‘…And don’t forget the self-described “bacon-eating vegan” who was left shocked and tearful upon discovering that her degrees in “social justice studies” and “gender studies” have zero value in the job market. “My degrees mean NOTHING,” tweeted she. “I don’t even know how to process the reality that is my life now.”..’  

She could start by getting a useful  job – I hear Mc Donalds are hiring. A year working there would teach this clown a damn sight more than her “university” ever did.

‘What Freedom Is…And Isn’t’

From a brilliant post by Francis Porretto:
‘…There cannot be liberty without responsibility. The “right” to vote has nothing of liberty in it; as Heinlein notes, it is merely a delimited exertion of political authority. When you vote, you are not exercising any aspect of liberty; you are functioning as an agent of the political authority. In our “democracy,” in which the voter bears no direct responsibility for the consequences of his vote, for that brief instant in which you “pull the lever and feel the power,” you are functionally a master, if only an infinitesimal fraction of one.
When you pull back the curtain and leave the booth, you’re back to being wholly a slave…’    (Bold mine.)