I am continually amazed at the ability of Kiwi’s to belittle each other.
But I fear that it goes beyond the Great Kiwi Knocking Machine, doesn’t it. It demonstrates an arrogance, a preposterous belief in the worth of self and one’s opinion.
The pupils of Columba College participating in the Young Enterprise scheme have come up with an idea. But if we take anything from this whole sorry saga, ideas are the best shooting targets aren’t they? They are not proposing closing down housing for the old and poor, they aren’t suggesting raising taxes, they aren’t even suggesting we pull the legs off unsuspecting spiders, but if you are unfortunate enough to read most of the arrogant and hideous ‘complaints’ and ‘opinions’ over at the ODT following this article, one would have us believe that these girls are in cohorts with the devil himself.
Who was the bereft of ideas who is now framing this discourse beyond the moral to a Holy campaign. I don’t know about you, but if you are framing argument around supposed holy orders or deity inspiration, then dogma will prevail and any notion of debate is shot dead. This is not a Moral campaign and it is certainly not some bloody Holy campaign.
For the first time in a long time during this debate, I was sickened by the words that some have used to pour scorn on these young women. I can not fathom the level of arrogance demonstrated by some, and the weakness of campaign, when a group of young school pupils are subjected to Holy crusades and such ridicule.
They are not the people pushing this development, but they are the very champions I have been wishing would come along out of this project. I know of 3 companies striving to provide food for the hundreds of workers on site each day. I know of one sporting code already deep in planning for hosting of some of the thousands of wealthy Home Nation sports fans here for 2011. These are just one example of the belief I have in the power of one good idea leading others to strive to excel.
To all who wished to rain on the parade of these young women, pull your bloody heads out of your orifices, and if as my Gran used to say, if you haven’t got anything useful to say, keep it to your bloody self, because they aren’t the correct target for your ridicule.