“Circa 1984-87, The Ballad Of NZ” ( A Prose Poem/Spoken Word)

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com

The Politicians were too young,

Or too stupid,

Or too lacking in real life experience,

Or too Professorial,

Or too academic,

Or too Lawyerly,

Or in truth – they were all of the above.

High on bad Neoliberal theory.

The so called “Washington Consensus”.

The Corporate Raider Lobby got to them,

In true ‘Wolf in sheep’s clothing’ fashion.

They were sold a story of “growing up & becoming worldly”.

For the Anglo-American Wolf did cry:

“NZ’s is just a silly backwater – don’t you want to be suave, like us?”.

“You must sell all those great ‘bad’ assets at a fire-sale to us”

“You must work more for less, so we can charge more for less”

“You must be a part of our single-blind experiment & guess who the blind one is dummy!”

“Now be good little slaves now stupid-o’s & do exactly as we say!”

“You have reached your destiny – as our fully propagandised automoton living breathing data points”

“And don’t worry if your society becomes a living hellscape – we promise to buy you a coke”

“Oh, wait did I say that out loud? Please forget I said that O Backward-o NZ 1980’s Politicians”

The Dopey Politicians took it all in hook, line, & ‘stinker’.

The Corporate Raiders took over,

Took over the minds of our oh so feeble Politicians.

And while we “The People” sank further into the mire,

They all said to us:

“Oh look at that beautiful mire you’re stuck in – I reckon some daisies are about to sprout”

“Oh, look you’re sinking further, don’t worry breath through this plastic drink straw”

“Oh no! You’re not breathing – oh well at least you can’t ever lodge a protest vote”

This is the ballad of the giant swindle that shoulda-neva-‘appened.

Yes! This was the shit-show called “NZ Circa 1984-1987”.

Yes! – We now have no bananas!

Well – none at affordable prices anyway.

Which is pretty strange – given we’ve been in a Banana Republic,

For 41 consecutive mire-filled years.

Oh well! I guess this is our lot in life.

For we went from hard-truth-seeking-knowing-soldier-farmer-labourer-types,

To weak willed bender-over-ers & take-it-up-the-butt-ers,

In only Thirty-Nine short years.

Yup we the people folded to those Anglo-American-Politico-Demons to easily.

Alas we were so open minded, that we not only let our brains fall out,

But we let them roll under the ocean & all the way across the Tasman,

Stopping only when they landed in Keating et al’s far-lap.

This was Circa 1984-1987, The Ballad of NZ.

And PS – we never got the Coke.

“The Neo-Con of Neoliberalism” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Thatcher & Reagan’s Neoliberalism

Was pro “Free Market”-

The Only Snag For The Independant Shopkeeper

Was That The ‘Large Corporation’

Was Much More “Free-er” Than He Was.

So It Continues & Amplifies

40+ Years Later.

& So Our Prices Inflate

& So Our Goods Break More Easily

More Than That Selfishness Spread

Bred & Multiplied

As Easily As A Bully Taunts The Weakened Soul

And Then His Cronies Follow His Darkened Path

And Once Selfishness Took Its Foothold

So Society Decayed Dramatically

Like A Cavity Left & Fed With Soda Pop

Each Tooth Began To Fall Out

Until One Day The Last Tooth Began To Shift

We – The Society Of The 2020’s

Are That Last Wobbling Tooth

& Who Will Save This Tooth?

Who Will Save Us?

Who Will Save Us

From These Spiritual & Literal Starvations?

I’m looking For A Show Of Hands

I Expect Not Many Hands Rose

And That’s Why It’s So Easy

For Society To Decline

To Know This Effect More Personally

To Have It Underlined In Ones Mind

All One Needs To Do

Is Read The Pages Of History

And Look At Your World Again

This Time With Unblinkered Eyes

Hurry Fast Now My Enlightened One

Before All The Best Books

Are All But Burnt Embers

Shadows Of Their Former Selves

Just As We Are

Then & Only Then

Can We Defeat Rampant Neoliberalism

That Ever present Neo-Con-Artist

That Dresses In Sheeps Clothing

“The Great Stink War Revolution” (A Short Story)

Written by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Neoliberalism came about due to the Aristocracy being sick of having to behave as ‘decent people’.

They coined a completely new term to obfuscate the reality. They certainly couldn’t call the new movement that would put them back on top by a truthful term like ‘Greedism’, ‘Jerkism’, ‘Snobism’ or alike.

So ‘Neoliberalism’ it was. “It had an innate sound of freedom to it” had said the bastard who had come up with it.

The requirement of the aristocracy to temporarily curb their abject selfishness was due to the changing societal expectations that followed in the years after World War Two ended.

The worlds masses simply did not allow the Aristocracy to act as selfishly outrageously as before – after all World War Two was ultimately about a large handful of selfish people gaining all-encompassing power – so as to rule by the decree of one or a few men with crackpot elitist utopian ideas.

But as the end of the War receded towards the back of the mass’s minds, fertile ground for Machiavellianism began to again appear.

By now many decades had past & The Neoliberal Lords (& especially their Snooty Wives) had long grown tired of denying their true selves, to themselves & to the ‘great unwashed’.

The ‘great unwashed, the neo serfs, the neo-plebs as the Neoliberal Lords called them now essentially lived in ‘glorified shanty-towns’ safely far outside the boundaries of their opulently well-manicured gated communities.

By 1980 They had been ‘nice’ to the for 35 years, & the mean wives of the worlds Politicians, Lawyers, CEOs & investors were not having it anymore.

they desperately wanted to be mean again – and they didn’t want to have to feel guilty about it – as they had been forced to do since 1945.

The wives being the first to ‘Crack’ – were the first to mobilize. They called meetings of the other like-minded women of high society who were all victims in metaphorical exile.

It didn’t take many glasses of Sauvignon-Blanc & canapes for them to agree on their prime directive: To en-masse stopped their Husbands being ‘nice’, and thus allowing the virus of ‘decency to all’ to begin to decay and then disappear altogether.

The Husbands would of course agree to their more motivated wives’ instructions as they in their hearts wanted the same thing. It was all agreed that ‘The Egalitarian Society’ formed in the ashes of World War two would be disbanded – sooner than later.

For this to occur they needed a figurehead to trot out their clueless crackpot elitist unworkable policies based on the outrageous premise that selfishness was a good thing for everyone. So, after considering a few alternatives a goofball ex Hollywood B Actor President Reagan chosen & duly elected via a easily un-auditable rigged election.

Regan and his falsely smiling lackeys all around the world ensured the old ‘snobs world’ would be brought ‘back to life’ from its temporary tomb.

The dismantling of decency for selfishness was ridiculously quickly done via mass communications industry. The armies of the Visual & Written media happily amplified the message of Reagans lot – in TV Shows, newspapers, Magazines & the Radio Waves.

Many valueless, traitorous & immoral Musicians & Artists were boosted to spread the word that “greed is good & to bow to the false god of status & materialism” i.e. the domain of the Overlords re-emerging from the bowels of the earth.

And thus in just a handful of years after the Noveau Riche loving Ricky Reagan was Elected – an Entrenched Zombified Neoliberal Wasteland of a Society was well in bloom.

I let this happen.

You let this happen.

We all let this happen.

What a terrible shame.

So, it’s time for I, You & We to build a Time Machine.

We will go back in time & make sure Rick Reagan never gets elected. We will be bloodthirsty & ruthless as assassins in time.

Now that we have learnt so much about the universe – This time Travel project should be a relatively simple exercise – unless of course, the scientists & the general system of science has all been lying to us via an elaborate theatre.

If indeed this is true & science has lying to us, and we cannot use this plan – I suggest another strategy. A Mass Strike & Occupation of the Neoliberal Scum’s Businesses, Boardrooms, Eateries, Golf Clubs, & Mansions, by us – the “Dirty Animal Like Neoliberal Serfs”.

For We will gladly Label Ourselves in the same way they describe & dehumanise us at their ‘exclusive dinner parties’. We will intentionally ‘Not Wash’ & ‘Not Move On’ for Years On End. To Stink Like A Skunk Will Be Honored As The Sign Of being A True Member Of The Anti-Neoliberal Revolution.

With This Foolproof Backup Plan, we will Win The War vs The Treasonous Neoliberal High Priests. After the Revolution we will be revered by an enlightened & egalitarian future Post Neoliberal World Citizenry.

We will be seen as “Heroes Of The Stink War Revolution” – Giant Posters of our faces & images Us will be unfurled & adorned everywhere.

And The Cartoon-like “Stink Line” will be synonymous with Valor & Victory. Stories will be passed on by mouth & by electrical signal from one generation to the next, thus becoming Traditional. All will be struck spellbound by Tales Of the Revolutionaries that ‘Stunk Out the Aristocratic Serf Enslaving Devils’. Children will demand Tales of the Gruesomely Ugly Neoliberal Monsters running for the hills, afraid of the ‘Glorious Stinky Revolutionaries’ chasing them – coughing & clutching their haggard mean downward-trending smile wives, clutching handkerchiefs to their mouths to avoid the Attacking Stink Lines, all while a well-groomed angry yapping small dog follows along wagging its tail.

The Tales of “The Great Stink revolution” all ended the same way – with the most important part.

“The Neoliberal Scum hid in the caves, valleys and swamps – never to show their living dead faces & never to ransom the good folk of society – ever, ever again. Viva The Stink Line Heroes Of The Stink War Revolution! Those who set us all free!”

After the War was won a great period of Peace & Classless Prosperity ensured, generation after generation. The only rule & the only rule that could ever be was the “Golden rule’. The ex-High Priests of selfishness had been fully liquidated – literally – they had been turned into crude oil via the Smith-Zadowski-Penn method which was a more advanced version of the Fritz-Haber process. The selfish old bastards would be sold by the gallon all over the globe – they had finally given back to society – it was even labelled with a ‘vintage year’ denoting the five-year age range of the transformed ex neoliberalist. The 1935-40 birth year in particular had a higher octane and commanded a great price from the bowsers.

For many decades it seemed the perfect society had been formed – the first genuinely successful utopia to ever exist. It was such a lovely existence for all that there became less of a need to re-tell the tales of “The Great Stink War Revolution”. It was decided a once-a-year remembrance would suffice – called the “lest we forget day”.

One day, some ninety-three years later, someone’s wife said “let’s throw a party Steve but let’s not dare invite the Greenspan’s next door – they are a little Less-Stinky than us, don’t you think?”

And wouldn’t ya know it? – The whole damn thing happened all over again…

“The Great Warrior of The Great Stink Revolution Plys His Trade”

Written & Illustrated by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com copyright 2022 Published by martin smith creations ltd (NZ).