Today is Waitangi Day, a day that commemorates the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi - an arguably fraudulent document which gave the Crown the right to govern New Zealand i.e. the white colonisation of New Zealand.
One of our biggest national news papers today printed this on the front page. The New Zealand Herald is so proud of their promise to erase the Maori protests of this day, the day their culture, land, religion, language and heritage was signed away.
Not to mention the white fist. If that doesn’t scream white supremacy, I don’t know what does.
Pumpkin! Halloween! Scarves! More pumpkin! Pie!
Snow! Thick jumpers and cocoa! Christmas! Snoooooow!
So many flowers and cute baby animals! Preparing for summer! Spring break!
Icecream! Beaches! T-shirts and shorts and summer dresses!
New Zealand autumn:
Slightly warmer than winter. Leaves fall off shit.
New Zealand winter:
Rain. Lots and lots of rain. Snow on the top of the biggest mountains in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.
New Zealand spring:
Oh shit, it's getting hot. Time to track down tank tops and shorts. Actual living plants that aren't just evergreen trees, that's kinda cool. And pets are leaving fur all over the house now.
New Zealand summer:
Just fucking kill me before I melt, there's icecream dripping everywhere the beaches are too crowded and my feet are burning in the sand get me shade, a cold beer and 500 electric fans. Also merry christmas, bro
o my god u know what’s sickening…….. when ppl r like “omg what do u think regina would say at the cs wedding!!!!” bitch she’d be 1000 miles away from that chaos!!!!! she’d probably take henry and be having the time of her life in new zealand or some shit!!! do not bring my other baby girl into ur mess of an abusive ship……….. i’d rather just see the same three illogical reasons ya hate her guts………… neal didn’t die for regina to enjoy anything cs related
the australian typed furiously, sweat rolling down their forehead. their stubby, cheeto-dust covered fingers pounded at the keys of their run down computer. The sun beat down on them so they rammed their fedora down more, squinting from the dust of the outback wind. A kookaburra laughed nearby. ‘fuck new zealand’, they muttered as a poisonous snake slithered past their feet. They pressed send and smiled. Their job was done: the hate was sent. Their life’s mission was accomplished.
Like, jerk-big-brother bullying little-brother type of shit.
But for all our bravado, you know what we don’t have?
Lord of the Rings, that’s what.
OH SURE WE HAVE HELLA FUCKING DANGEROUS WILDLIFE BUT YOU WANT MIDDLE EARTH? YOU’LL HAVE TO TALK TO OUR ASSHOLE LITTLE BROTHER ABOUT THAT. NOW EXCUSE ME I HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL I’M DYING FROM A SPIDER BITE.