KAPAI: Talk of recession is like blowing in the wind

Forty years ago when JuJu lips Jagger sang his song "You can't always get what you want" he must have seen something about getting satisfaction that we are now learning. It was all about making the most out of what you had and not worrying about what your wallet wanted.
Bobless Dylan said it best about the inevitable eve of global greed with his prophetic prose When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
And around the same time Pink Floyd were also singing about a global meltdown governed by greed, so when Bernard Madoff tried to make off with $100 billion of other people's money this could have been the final brick in The Wall Street wall they were on about?
Maybe these lyrics are all long bows to draw but whatever way you look at it the wallet of the world has been in the back pocket of parasites for far too long. And for the financial system to recover it then these greedy parasites need weeding out and put in prison with Bernard Madoff.
For many of us with four-fifths of a fiver it's more Marley lyrics that are relevant today with No Money, No Cry and seeking words of wisdom from the Beatles' Obladi, oblada life goes on will Help us Let it be.
Down our street, like a lot of lower socio economic suburban streets and country roads in Tauranga moana, I don't know anyone who has a share portfolio, and selling their family whare or land would be akin to selling their soul.
So the word recession is as foreign as a fat wallet belonging to a CEO, who in this country can command a salary 350 times larger than the average wage. And that's the guts of the poverty puku many are now faced with.
For my two bobs worth of Bob Dylan, when you got nothing then when it comes to recessions you got a lot to lose.
When I hear the Ngati Whingers spitting the Josh Kronfeld dancing dummy and demanding answers to why their property prices and portfolio have plummeted I ask myself the JuJu Jagger question.
Did they get what they wanted or have they got what they deserve?
Maybe the days of instant gratifications of buy now and pay later are over and the security blanket of an instant answer from a mobile phone is an indication of how far from reality we have strayed.
And on the subject of cheap shots from mobile phones, the tiko (crap) texts that keep coming in about the Bethlehem kura are like the last lick of a loser's ice cream and about as brave as Bernard and Bryers.
Not one to waste words on worthless wisdom by replying to this tiko but if you (the texters) can't front up in person and put a pen to your name and your opinion _ then put your insults where the vet sticks the thermometer.
The message to local Maori last Friday spoke volumes about your own intellectual inadequacies and unfounded racial insecurities.
It will make great wallpaper with the many others I receive regularly _ especially when we look back and show future generations how far we have come.
Like JuJu said, you can't always get what you want, but hopefully in your case you will get what you need _ an education!
But that was then and this is now and right now the last rays of summer are shining down on our back yards as autumn knocks on our front door while winter lies lurking just around the corner.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
As long as our needs are met and the Warriors keep winning _ "Don't worry be happy".
A final whakatoke (quote) for a quidless future from an old mate called Crumpy.
When times are tough life is like a loyal horse. You can go for broke and ride it bareback for all its worth, or you can sit on it sidesaddle like a sheila _ and only get half the ride.
Pai marire
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