The Projector

To keep the rest of the world safe from these diseases we need to close our borders to Americans so they can no longer leave their home country. This is something I couldn’t imagine thinking last year.

7 for me!!….I feel confident nobody Has all 20!! How many for you?

No matter how often Māori are talked down, blamed, or deliberately denigrated by politicians and commentators on the right, the response from Māori, iwi and hapū is always the same. The marae doors open. The kitchens fire up. The kai comes out. Beds are laid down. Safe spaces are offered. Out come the Māori Wardens, checking on people, calming situations, helping whānau get where they need to be. Support services mobilise. Clean-up crews arrive. Hands, hearts and resources are shared without hesitation. That is manaakitanga. Not a slogan. Not a theory. A practice. What you don’t see are Hobson’s Pledge supporters flinging open the gates of their well-appointed homes in Epsom or Remuera when disaster strikes. You don’t see them setting up kitchens, offering beds, or organising support on the ground. And yet — if they were the ones in need? If they needed a warm meal, a cup of tea, a blanket, or a safe place to sleep? The doors of Te Ao Māori would still open. No judgement. No questions. No politics. Just care. The same goes for the halls and community centres of our rural towns — places where people understand that in a crisis, community matters more than ideology. That’s why we are always stronger together. And why division is such a dangerous lie. Because when things fall apart, it’s not the loudest voices that hold us — it’s the ones who quietly show up. And that’s something the right-wing grifters will never understand.

This right here is why I’m done being the “nice friend.” I spent my own money, my own time, and my own energy putting together a full box of groceries for someone who told me they were struggling. Fresh food, snacks, water, sauces, meat, fruit, everything they could possibly need for the week. I didn’t ask for anything back. I just wanted to do something kind because I actually care about people. I dropped it off right at their door, sent a text to let them know, and thought it’d make their day. They replied with “thanks,” which I appreciated… until a few minutes later when they followed up asking if next time I could “get different stuff” because they “don’t really eat these brands.” I had to read it twice because I couldn’t believe it. You’re getting free groceries and your first response is to complain about the type of ham or pasta sauce? It’s honestly sad how ungrateful people have become. Nobody values effort anymore. You try to help and they still find a reason to criticize it. I wasn’t looking for praise, but I also wasn’t expecting attitude. It’s exhausting trying to do right by people who only notice what you didn’t do perfectly. At this point, being kind feels like a losing game. Would that message have rubbed you the wrong way too, or do people really think this kind of behavior is normal now ~ Maggie Sanders

Stupid Christopher Luxon & his Notional party policies, I used to be able to put about $120 of gas in my car, now I can only get about $90 in. They really have destroyed the economy.

There's been a disaster at a campground in NZ. Call International Rescue! Wait. Surely the local rescue services will be on to it? No. They arrived, shut everything down and said they didn't want to risk getting hurt. Apparently it's common practice over there.