by Lindsay Perigo
So, we have a new deputy Prime Minister.
But I'd like to start with some REALLY good news!
And I don't mean, but easily could, the triumph of a Trumpian nationalist in the Polish presidential election, notwithstanding the wheeling out of supremely evil globalist big guns such as Sore Ass and Obamarx against him.
I'm talking about RFK Jr on X:
“I had a wonderful meeting with Argentine President @JMilei about our nations’ mutual withdrawal from the WHO and the creation of an alternative international health system based on gold-standard science and free from totalitarian impulses, corruption, and political control. … While the United States has provided the lion’s share of the organization’s funding historically, other countries such as China have exerted undue influence over its operations in ways that serve their own interests and not particularly the interests of the global public. Global cooperation on health is still critically important to @POTUS and myself, but it isn’t working very well under the WHO as the failures of the COVID era demonstrate. I urge the world's health ministers and the WHO to take our withdrawal from the organization as a wake-up call.”
RFK is proving to be one of the stand-outs of this star-studded Orange Man Bad-Ass administration. To take America out of the WHO is a major advance for liberty, a major blow against Globalist tyranny advanced by the Communist Party of China, The WHO recently ratified the Pandemic Treaty, whose Article 4 states:
“Each Party shall progressively strengthen measures for pandemic prevention and coordinated multi-sectoral surveillance ….”
Lockdowns and jab mandates, anyone? Totalitarian impulses, corruption and political control?
New Zealand, to its credit, has not signed this Globalist atrocity, subjecting it to a “national interest test” first. Perigo's Perspective hereby generously offers the Coalition Govt some free advice on this matter: this thing is not in our national interest. It is 100% AGAINST our national interest. What would be in our national interest is to follow America out of the WHO, and for that matter, to boot the Chinese embassy out of here and ditch the United Nations as well. And the Paris Climate Accord. And Net Zero. Oh, but I'm getting way too ahead of myself. Right now, suffice it to bestow on RFK the Freedom Award!
How edifying and gratifying to be able to begin on a positive note!
Including the positive feedback to my inaugural Barf Award, bestowed upon Damn Jabby Jacinda Jackboot last week. Thank you all so much! Today, I'm bestowing it upon upon Ham-Ass, fresh from telling complete lies about a massacre in Gaza, gleefully, credulously and cretinously parroted by the Marxist Media Maggotry, Ham-Ass's propaganda wing. To the anti-Semitic Ham-Ass and its apologists, heirs of Hitler, the Barf Award! YOU MAKE ME SICK!
So, David Seymour, Deputy Prime Minister. Looked very comfortable in the seat on Tuesday. What's not to like in this excerpt from his celebratory speech to ACT members over King's Birthday weekend?
Now, most of that was reassuring. Human freedom and personal responsibility under the law. Perfect! And anyone who can get under the skin of Willie Jack-Off the slightly Maaaaaaardi Chinese Ashkenazy Jew, not to mention the Islamic Shoplifters' Party and Te Paaaaaaaarty Apaaaaaaartheid, must be doing something right.But there were a couple of things not to like. Yes, the culture war is against the idolisation of envy, the Tall Poppy Syndrome. IN PART. Bathrooms are important too. The War on Woke is vital. The evil of the contemporary version of transgenderism – violent, coercive, totalitarian, nasty, pedophiliac (a far cry from the benign flamboyance of the Carmens and Barry Humphries of old) – must be firmly denounced, not virtue-signalled to. We still don't know why David called Benjamin Bussy “they.”
And we still don't know why David aggressively abandoned human freedom and personal responsibility when it came to Wuhan mandates.
David began his speech invoking Samuel Adams' “tireless and irate minority lighting brushfires of liberty.” During Wuhan, however, he vigorously helped extinguish those brushfires. He still allows those brushfires to be extinguished by Woke-Fascism. I fear he wants to equate “wave after wave of migrants” from simpatico cultures 200 years ago with wave after wave of migrants from hostile cultures now. Raise the subject of the Global Migration Compact with him and he'll lose the plot. Last week I cited that Ham-Assian shouting “Free Palestine,” who shot those two Israelis dead in Washington. This week, a Ham-Assian shouting “Free Palestine” lit people alight with Molotov cocktails in Boulder, Colorado. We don't need wave after wave of that sort here. We need NONE of that sort here. David will never say that. It's a puzzle. But I think it was solved in another part of the speech where he thanked John Banks for having steadied what was then a sinking ship.
Ah! Dame Juniper Damp-Squibs, as The Free Radical used to lovingly call her! The lady is delightful but more than a little Woke, my dears. Benefactress of “artists” – the post-modern ones, the ones who fling their paint at the canvas and hope for the worst, the ones of whom Chris Bishop might say in a deliciously imprudent moment, “What a load of crap.”
I knew his father. I suspect John Bishop would have heartily cheered his boy for “What a load of crap.”
It was said by some young Chris was inebriated when he said it, during a performance by Stan Walker at the Aotearoa Music Awards. If that be true, might I suggest Chris get himself inebriated for every Question Time in Parliament? It would be most edifying and gratifying if Chris, as Leader of the House, every time the painted apartheiders leered up, or the Islamic Shoplifters' Party, or Hard Labour …. if, every time they leered up, he were simply to intone, “What a load of crap!” In fact, I'd urge the same course upon Speaker Gerry Brownlee. Instead of huffing and puffing and spluttering about Standing Orders, he could simply make a ruling: “What a load of crap.”
To see what all the fuss was about, I looked up Stan Walker at the Aotearoa Music Awards. This came up on Faecesbook.
Well, I was agreeably surprised. I was expecting some heavy-duty headbanging, which that was not. It was quite catchy, in fact. And the boy does have a voice, and he's quite fetching. But it's the wallowing in Maoriness by some very pale-skinned people that is so tedious. That, I suspect, is what prompted Chris Bishop's unassailable insight. All those silly Te Tiriti flags. I perused the comments on Faecesbook. Just a pile-on of mindless hate against white folk. One especially asinine comment said white people have no culture through which to express themselves. Oh dear. We do, actually, but it's cololur-blind. We don't think of it as “white” culture. What has that to do with anything?!
Immediately after Stan Walker, the following composition popped up on Faecesbook. A quintessential example of “white” culture, if one wants to think of it that way – In the Depths of the Temple, by the Frenchman Georges Bizet, performed by Welshman Bryn Terfel and Peruvian Juan Diego Florez. A recent performance in 2025. Ooooo, but it wasn't good. Bryn was past it, and Juan Diego was a bit wobbly too. I searched for another performance, anxious not to resort to the obvious Bjoerling/Merrill, which will for ever remain unsurpassed. I settled on this one, by Bryn in better days and Roberto Alagna, French tenor, whose exquisite, authentic French diction is a rare delight. A tenor who, at the age of eight, heard Mario Lanza and stopped breathing. He got it. Bask in the beauty, m'dears! . Quintessential “white” culture, if one wants to think of it that way. But one doesn't want to think of it that way. It is great culture, that, yes, came out of Europe but is loved and performed by humans of every hue everywhere. The hue is immaterial. Of the obsession with hue, one might say, what a load of crap! Or, to paraphrase the immortal line in the now-cancelled Gone with the Wind, “Frankly my dear, one doesn't give a damn.”
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