Wednesday Kipple

One does try to find something appropriate to the season and stage of society. Yesterday there were demonstrations in Wellington. At one part the crowd chanted: “You Serve Us! You Serve Us!”. Apparantly the Prime Minister heard this in Parliament and considered that the demonstrators were not most Kiwis, and could be discounted.

Or Did she?

I see that ‘Dear Leader’ is declining to show herself publicly during her trip to Auckland today and has instead opted for carefully staged and managed meetings with business leaders and carefully selected members of the workforce (whatever that means). Clearly the thought of demonstrations has rattled her.

Old saying … when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Jacinda Ardern walks away from having to explain the gaping holes in her decision making. She has shown her brittleness; her need for public adulation; her basic insecurity.

A fair weather sailor at best. New Zealand the way you’ve got it.

The Veteran, No Minister

Kipling wrote this a century ago. The earth is unquiet right now. Literally.

The Servant When He Reigneth

“For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and an handmaid that is heir to her mistress.” — PROV. XXX. 21-22-23.

Three things make earth unquiet
And four she cannot brook
The godly Agur counted them
And put them in a book —
Those Four Tremendous Curses
With which mankind is cursed;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Old Agur entered first.
An Handmaid that is Mistress
We need not call upon.
A Fool when he is full of Meat
Will fall asleep anon.
An Odious Woman Married
May bear a babe and mend;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Is Confusion to the end.

His feet are swift to tumult,
His hands are slow to toil,
His ears are deaf to reason,
His lips are loud in broil.
He knows no use for power
Except to show his might.
He gives no heed to judgment
Unless it prove him right.

Because he served a master
Before his Kingship came,
And hid in all disaster
Behind his master’s name,
So, when his Folly opens
The unnecessary hells,
A Servant when He Reigneth
Throws the blame on some one else.

His vows are lightly spoken,
His faith is hard to bind,
His trust is easy boken,
He fears his fellow-kind.
The nearest mob will move him
To break the pledge he gave —
Oh, a Servant when he Reigneth
Is more than ever slave!

Rudyard Kipling