(06-04-2024, 08:15 PM)Oh_hunnihunni Wrote: Definitely need something radical. But it won't happen. More than a quarter of the voting age public failed to show up last election. The majority of those who did were seniors, no wonder we got the three handed shake down. Lots of us are increasingly disengaged because we know how futile our expectations are. The promises are drowned by the monolith that is our brand of democracy. We look at those standing for Parliament and we see self interest, career politicians, cowards, and sellswords available for the best price, and very few worthy of our trust.

But we look overseas and see even worse, no wonder we are at a loss when it comes to the challenges we know the community faces.

Each government inherits the challenges of the previous. It is a snowball, and it's all downhill because of the way our society is structured. Profit means more than people. Moteliers see profit, at a level where putting their property at risk is worth it. And let's face it - they would be really unlikely to let their units be occupied by homeless unless it was hugely profitable. With the best will in the world - would any of us take that risk? When we own property and it increases in value as each year passes, faster than we could earn that kind of money, would any of us be willing to sacrifice that profit? No wonder as a society hoarding property is seen as a good thing.

Housing is a limited resource, and an expensive one. It takes time to develop, with layers of officialdom on top of the physical, and that isn't going to change because too many bodies have fingers in those pies.

And trust me, I know how some people live. I live in social housing, I hear the stories, though ours are usually mental health and dementia cases, still hard to live nextdoor to...I know too about blind eyes, corporate neglect and favouritism, shady deals, and the nepotism rife in community housing circles.
And I know that several charity based community housing projects on the drawing board have been shelved because the guaranteed funding by way of government subsidy runs out in June next year, and there has been no hint as to what will come. Even if that resourcing continues, those projects are now delayed by months if not years, simply because planning is an ongoing process, and hold ups magnify delays. So motels will continue to be inadequate homes, moteliers will continue to profit, families will continue to be stressed and damaged, because there is no radical thinking to provide alternatives. No imagination. And more to the point,  no one prepared to sacrifice their bit of the pie to house young mums, or gang associates unless there is a lot of money to be made. Or even mildly demented old people living in their children's garage for that matter. Been in a resthome lately? Seen the way our vulnerable elders are fed and cared for? Especially the ones who can't afford the Rymans and Metlifes...

There are horrors out there we all prefer not to know about. Be we MP or man in the street. With luck our own good fortune will shield us. If not, there by the grace of...

(07-04-2024, 10:18 AM)JanW Wrote: Yes Mica I should not have ranted on here - but this generation of motel kids - some have been in a motel for 5 years - deserve far more - paying up to $4500 a week to multiple motel owners who have become multimillionaires after investing very little buying up old run down motels that would have struggled to get $300 a week - not sure why somebody worked demand the PM resigns for cleaning this horror up.
The Ministry have now admitted that the suicide office closing was yet another attempt to use our most vulnerable as a political football - closing the office was never on the table but incorrect info was released to Verall - don’t understand it .
Anyway a real good story - a young family had minutes to get out as the river flooded their house when Gabrielle hit - she put a lead on her cat - headed to Ahuriri to a friend - the cat slipped the lead and bolted as soon as the children opened the car door - as soon as Facebook was up and running she posted on every page she could find - was absolutely devastated as her cat was lost so far from home .Over the year since Gabrielle she has posted regularly just in case .Two weeks ago she did one of her regular posts and a lady contacted her - she had been feeding a cat under a nearby school for about 9 months -  had contacted SPCA - the family have since moved to CHB - so she left a message on the angels phone who had been feeding her cat calling her cat and talking to the cat in the way she worked normally talk which the lady put near the food - the little cat responded and for the first time came towards the lady - the little cat had travelled across SH 1 - across three railway crossings - through the busiest junction where traffic heads to Taupo - there was a photo in the paper of the children with mile wide smiles with the cat heading home
Hope Popeye is on the mend

(08-04-2024, 06:55 PM)popeye333 Wrote: Hello Everyone. The not so good at wandering has returned.

I will catch up with all the posts. but Jan I read your post. And totally agree. I worry what the world will become. And have never been as thankful as I am now for not contributing to the numbers. I wouldn't want to have people growing up these days or in the future.

Well It was a shock, but also a few wobbles. My stupid shorted calf and hamstrings have proved to be th3e worst thing ever in trying to walk again. My right foot is only about halfway down. The muscles are soo tight that I had to get them to take me to the chemist downstairs for deep heat. .. Improving Very Slowly.

My BP decided to play very silly games. Seldom over 100/80. so Drink MORE water MrsP... Ended up needing 2 bags of blood for some reason too.

Then last week I had a panic attack in the shower..

The Saturday before, a 45 minute wait on a full bedpan, then after them seeing my distress etc, they offered me a nappy. I told them politely where to go.

Then Friday last week, one minute I was sitting in the chair calling out for them to hurry up with the pain meds, I couldn't see anything other than colours, no shapes for over an hour, and 3 hours later I woke up in bed, hooked up to the ecg , a bag of fluids, having blacked out.

Saturday they told me I could come home yesterday.. Nope.. I wasn't happy so sat there watching the cricket. Knew we would win once the pressure was off.

Home today. I'm Shattered, but happy to be home. Missy snobbed me for a whole 10 minutes, then forgave me lol...

We have eaten, and I dont intend on doing anything else..

Ohhh on the way out I discovered that Arthur from the Home MrP was in last, was in the room I had been in. I called out. he recognized my voice. But not time to go see him. I wish I'd known he was there. I wonder if they finally gave him his new hip.

The wound is good. No redness. Bit Narly in places having the staples out. But I have them and the bones.

Well,  rest home David has the bones, MrPs ashes which were delivered to the hospital , the wheelchair and my old walker. He will bring those in tomorrow. And my keys lol.

Glad to be home and I can mend far more happily.