Parliamentarians, councilors, judges, police and lawyers all answer to the Crown. It can be said they represent the same team. Together they operate a very successful extortion racket.
Every day, more and more arbitrary rules are invented by the government. These rules are enforced against the people to "protect" them and keep them safe. Our involvement in this process is to tick a box on a piece of paper every once in a while. They call it voting. It's a trick. It is to fool you into a false sense of participation. Ticking that box indicates that you consent and agree with the system. Do you really? Do you think voting is effective? How much say do you really have in what is going on?
Our government propaganda machine goes something like this; voting is a privilege worth fighting and dying for. We should war on other nations to protect it. It is good for us and keeps things fair. It enables us to have our say. It is a compulsory duty and punishment is to be given to those that do not enroll. Democracy is responsible for the highest standard of living in history... and so on.
Bullshit. I say hogwash to all that.
Whether you vote for this party or that. It will not make much difference in the long run. New Zealand is a corporation that belongs to the crown and answers to (the debt of) international banks. Regardless of the different executives voted into management they will continue with the corporate agenda. Which is to answer to the interests in the company. How much say do employees normally get in how a company is run? Not much. It is the same with citizens. That is why so many election promises are broken.
Focusing on the bad behaviour of the political candidates distracts us from the real issue. Which is to question the very system itself. We can all sense it is not working and getting worse. I would like to know how we can vote our way out of the whole ridiculous process? I have not ticked the box in many years because I do not agree with this system. I think it is corporate-profit driven madness. I like things to be a little more humane.
The Rules Make Money
Any controversy arising from the rules makes money for all of the officers and clerks involved. The more rules enforced, the more controversy generated, the more profits made. Police are assigned collection quotas for this reason. All proceeds going to themselves. Corporate profit. Why else would they waste their time with victim-less crimes?
We pay for the privilege of being governed, and the price keeps going up (taxes have just been raised in NZ.) At what point does it stop going up? And just what exactly is our tax money being spent on? I have asked the Inland Revenue for an itemized account of what my tax money has been spent on. They were not obliging, which is a big no-no in commercial law. What are they hiding? The way things are going the government will impose a breathing tax one day. Then what will we do? The NZ government has already dreamed up a fart tax. Where does the madness end?
When we are accused of breaking "the" rules. We are forced to comply with "the" justice system. We are asked to take on one of their officers (a lawyer, officer rank) as a representative. The lawyer abrogates (negates) our rights and ushers our naive bewildered selves through a mind boggling process that ultimately empties our pockets. This process has been made confusing for a reason.
Punishments are dealt in the form of fines, incarceration or enforced servitude. (Just like on a boat.) The punishments are by design as damaging as can be justified, to serve as a deterrent to others. The real issues are rarely addressed.
The NZ Justice System
This is a costly and ineffective form of justice. What justice can really be had when it is all about the money? I fail to see the benefit.
(Decides penalties and punishment)
Court fees, Penalties
(Ushers the person through penalty process)
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.