Hi there
For years and years I worked in what I've only just found out is now called 'Old Government Buildings', but in my working days - 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s - it was plain old ordinary 'Government Buildings'. Not to be confused (though many people were) with 'Government House', the Wellington residence of New Zealand's Governor-General.
It's breaking my heart that the calm and dignified and beautiful view - the Cenotaph, Parliament Buildings and gardens - that I had from the front windows of typing pool rooms 305 and 206 has changed completely over the last couple of weeks.
The against-mandate protesters, the anti-vaxxers, and anybody else who has just wanted to enjoy themselves at a sixties recreation of a mini Woodstock has rolled up in front of my favourite building. They've blocked the streets, and Govt Buildings' grounds with their vehicles, and graffitied the Cenotaph War Memorial, setting up makeshift filthy toilets on its hallowed steps.
Parliament Buildings gardens and lawns have been trampled on, urinated on, vomited on, taken drugs on, got drunk on. Passers-by and Members of Parliament have been sworn at, cafes forced to close, shop workers terrorised, windows thumped upon, and police officers spat at.
Tow truck drivers are scared to tow, workers in the area have been told by bosses to stay home for safety's sake, buses can't use the terminus.
The protesters' children are playing in unsanitary conditions, and covid - with no social distancing and no mask-wearing - is ready to pounce.
It amazes me how a minority can hold a Team of Five Million to ransom..
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