To Be Free

She is both enslaved to the Eagle & kowtows to the Dragon

She trusts no-one truly; Her Mother loves the Eagle, has fallen for His delusions, loves him more than anything else, & will never leave.
Her Brother is just as devoted to the Eagle as their Mother, & resents that his Sister doesn’t share their devotion.

She hates and fears them both.

Anger the Dragon & She renders herself destitute.
Anger the Eagle & She renders herself ostracised.
Anger them both & She renders herself alone, impoverished & cornered.

No-one will stand for Her.

Her Mother is weak & deluded, let alone a world away.
Her Brother is far closer, but She cannot be assured of His loyalty in the face of the Eagle.
She cannot trust the Eagle, & never could; The Dragon less so.

She cannot turn to anyone else; they’re all too far away.

They all view Her as expendable
They all view Her as taken for granted
They all assume Her loyalty
Though they’ve done nothing to earn it.

They’ve always looked down at Her.

She longs to be free, but has not the means to seek it, let alone strike for it. She has no friend, none who would willingly help. 
She is the Maiden in the Tower, but no Knight is coming for Her.

What then is She to do?

Stay enslaved to the Eagle, under the eyes of Her Mother & Brother, & fall into despair?
Try to convince them of the Eagle’s malice in the vain hope they will see the truth?
Become a slave of the Dragon, knowing that Her Brother will stop at nothing to take Her back, by force if necessary?
Try to find a friend, a Good Friend, who will stand with Her no matter what Storm will befall Her?

Mayhaps my hope is in vain.

Forbes on Fire: From the World of The Dominion


In 1982, New Zealand Prime Minister Richard Morgan & his Australian counterpart James Harrison signed the Closer Economic Relations Treaty, which committed the two countries to closer economic integration. The opposition Conservative Party, ever watchful against anything which could be perceived as “union with Australia”, opposed it on the grounds that:

“Economic integration is the first step towards political integration & eventually political union. We are not opposed to trade, but we will wholeheartedly oppose any kind of integration with a country that stabbed us in the back in the moment when we needed them the most…”

Andrew Forbes, in a TV interview in 1982

The Conservative Party’s attitude toward Australia hardened after the events of the Christmas Island Incident, when instead of aiding New Zealand’s defence against American forces, told the NZ government to cede the islands to them. For Andrew Forbes, who was then Defence Minister & would become Foreign Minister soon after, Australia’s actions were unforgivable, & he grew a hatred of Australia, something which came through in a lot of his views. Under Morgan, the NZ government had attempted to reconcile with Australia, but a very noisy opposition led by Forbes put limits to that rapprochement. Forbes, especially, was particularly acerbic:

“Australia expects us to forget what they did to us, to pretend they didn’t stab us in the back with Christmas Island, & expect us to pretend nothing happened. No self respecting government would do such a thing, though this one might…

Andrew Forbes, at a speech in Dunedin, in 1982

The Liberal government had no majority, relying on the Labour Party to pass legislation, a Labour Party that was increasingly becoming angry with the Liberals over economic policy. The Conservatives were now closer than ever before to putting together a majority against the Liberals, & CER was the issue Forbes hoped to ride into government.

It came to a head in June 1982, when the Treaty came before the House. The Labour Party came out against the Treaty, citing concerns about working conditions & economic integration. In that debate, Andrew Forbes stood up to speak:

“Mr. Speaker, the Prime Minister went to meet his Australian counterpart, Mr. Harrison, & he returned with this Closer Economic Relations Treaty, one that commits our countries to a programme of economic integration, to create a single economic market, with all that such entails.

Mr. Speaker, this is everything that Conservative Prime Ministers from William Valletort to Henry Waterton have spoken against. My august predecessors spoke of a need for New Zealand to forge its own nationhood, not only social & political but economic, to guard against overseas vultures who seek to stretch their tentacles into New Zealand’s economy & take control from within. In particular, they warned against Australia reaching within, rendering New Zealand an economic seventh state before they make us one politically. Mr. Speaker, this treaty proves them right. If we approve CER, Mr. Speaker, the Australian banks will reach in, take over our banks, render them their subsidiaries, then leech millions of pounds from us every year. After them, the rest will come, they will leech us dry & we will become an economic seventh state before long.

Is this what we want? Did Valletort, Dalton, Hall, Courtenay, Curnow, Waterton, even Bolton, did they expend the entirety of their political careers, carefully giving their all to this Nation, our Dominion, doing what they can to create a self confident polity, to build this New Zealand we know, this New Zealand we love, just for those opposite to throw it all away in the name of economic integration with Australia? No.

I see those opposite are trying to tell me that I am wrong, that this treaty before us is not what I am saying it is, but I am not mistaken, Mr. Speaker, I am not mistaken. Our Dominion has been built on deliberately resisting the pressure to be absorbed by Australia. Every generation of leaders has built on Valletort’s promise of an independent New Zealand, firstly within the British Empire & now as a fully sovereign nation. This treaty, Mr. Speaker, would reverse 80 years of progress towards an independent New Zealand; this treaty would throw us into the whirlpool, the veritable vortex, that is Australian economic influence, & it will, in time, reduce New Zealand to a de facto seventh state of the Australian Commonwealth, for where the economic levers go, the political levers are sure to follow. That is something I will oppose at all costs, Mr. Speaker.

The embrace between Messrs Morgan & Harrison reminded me of that famous cartoon, of Zealandia & the Ogre, the one made famous by Valletort when, in the 1902 election campaign, he expressed his outright opposition to any attempt to accede to the Australian Commonwealth. He repeated Zealandia’s reply to the Ogre throughout that election campaign, those four words that we know very well:

Those arms bear chains.

And they still do, Mr. Speaker. If this Parliament supports the treaty before us, then Zealandia will do what she has spent the last 80 years trying her hardest not to do. We would give ourselves to the vortex, give ourselves to the Australian Octopus, willingly shackle ourselves to the Ogre, & our dream of an independent New Zealand would go down the drain as we shackle ourselves to Australia & become their de facto seventh state, & that is something we in the Conservative Party will oppose at all costs.

I see that the Prime Minister, noting the seriousness of this matter before us, has announced that they will treat this vote on this treaty as a matter of confidence, probably to secure the support of the Labour Party. I implore those honourable members to defeat this motion & bring down this Government, in order to save this country from entanglement & entrapment by the Australian Commonwealth, & to continue our path of forging an independent nation here in New Zealand.

The treaty was defeated 62-60. The Senate defeated the treaty by a similar margin an hour later. Richard Morgan attempted to carry on, but Labour leader Daniel Cooke implored the Prime Minister to dissolve Parliament & call an election, & threatening to oppose the Appropriation Bill that was still before the House. Morgan reluctantly advised Governor-General Sir Daniel Richards to dissolve Parliament & called an election.

The Conservatives won in a landslide victory, winning their largest victory since 1945. The Liberals were defeated massively, suffering their worst defeat since 1945. Andrew Forbes would become a pivotal leader in New Zealand’s modern history, forging relationships with Canada, Japan, Korea & Russia, maintaining good relations with South Africa & India as well as European powers such as France, Germany & the Central European Federation. Relations with the United States stayed poor, though, & things with Australia would never truly recover. New Zealand under Forbes would become more distant from Australia.

That tension would be reflected on the sports field: in 1985 Andrew Forbes & James Harrison (both former captains of their respective national cricket teams) came together to unveil the Harrison-Forbes Trophy, named ironically for two men who never played against each other, a resentment Forbes would always hold against Australia, & something we suspect contributed to his loathing of Australia.

The Dominion: A Glimpse at an Alternate New Zealand

New Zealand is a fundamentally liberal country.

That much should be obvious to everyone. That is not unique to New Zealand. Australia is also a fundamentally liberal country as well, though its variety is slightly different due to its (New South Wales’, at least) origin as a continent-sized Alcatraz. The United States as we know it is a fundamentally liberal country, the oligarchs founding fathers having all been liberals of the Enlightenment variety. That said, underneath the liberalism is something older, perhaps more traditional, though to touch it is to destroy the America we know & (at least I) hate. Canada, alone of the British New World, has a conservative heritage, whether of French Canada with its roots in the pre-revolutionary French Ancien Régime, or English Canada with its roots in the Loyalist refugees who fled the American Treason Revolution. However, even there the light has been snuffed out, between an America that views Canada as something to be dominated & absorbed into the Imperium Americanum & a Britain that was fast forgetting its roots & becoming the engine room of liberal democracy & globalism.

Before I continue, let me say outright that The Dominion is not in any way linked to my story An Unlikely Future. The idea for The Dominion came as a thought experiment inspired by some reading. Whereas AUF deals with New Zealand (& the world) as it is, & adds in people to drive New Zealand in a more conservative direction, it still has to deal with the indisputable fact that New Zealand is still a fundamentally liberal country, & in fact the conflict between Michael’s reformers & the New Zealand establishment & history that they essentially seek to uproot is one of the main conflicts.

The Dominion goes much further than that; here I try to imagine, more or less, a fundamentally conservative New Zealand, one without the progressive rhetoric, without the obsession with egalitarianism, one where the British New Zealanders retained more of their heritage than overly compensatory British patriotism & where Maori were able to preserve far more of their own heritage than they have.

In short, The Dominion is my attempt to imagine a fundamentally different New Zealand.

In the course of this world building exercise you will be introduced to a country far different from our own & even far different from what our country was. I will show you a fundamentally different society, a more conservative & even vaguely traditional one with a healthy national identity, the by-product of generations of strong leadership & centuries (millennia even) of history. The New Zealand I’d like to introduce is one with colourful personalities, with leaders who forge a nation instead of administering it on behalf of outside interests, one where the people, both British & Maori, work together to forge a common destiny, not one where the heritages of both peoples are absorbed into a monster that would end up destroying both, one where there is a spirit of cooperation & solidarity instead of conflict & selfishness.


Politics in The Dominion – a look at some of the political personalities that bring NZ politics to life, from Edward Somerville to the present.

Valletort – a short biography of Sir William Valletort, New Zealand’s longest serving Prime Minister, a man who more than anyone forged New Zealand’s identity during the zenith of the Conservative Party’s era of political hegemony.

The New Scotland Party – a brief history of one of New Zealand’s first organised political parties, the legacy it forged in Otago & its important influence on wider New Zealand conservatism.

Our Lady’s Dowry Under the Southern Cross – the story of the Walsingham Company & their settlement in Wairarapa, east of Wellington, & how, freed from the perceived taint of recusancy, they created in New Zealand an almost Catholic society.

Of Tories & Whigs – a brief history of Canterbury politics, dominated since the 1870s by oligarchies consisting of noble cadet settlers, industrialists, & ambitious politicians.

Maori Politics – a brief overview of different Maori political figures, from Wiremu Keepa & Henare Kohuru to Hemi Mahuika onwards.

More will be added over time.

What Makes Me Cry

I: The Predicament

Zealandia may be a daughter of Britannia but she is a child of the modern age

Born in the Dark Satanic Mills of Industrial England, she is no heir of Christendom

The English were broken by the Mills, the Irish by the Famine & the Scots by the Clearances. By the time they came to this land on the other side of the world, their heritage, their culture, their tradition was all gone.

In civilising Maori they made them as broken as themselves, even moreso, as Maori adopted their worst traits.

As all the thinkers & natural leaders left New Zealand for other shores, this already disadvantaged shepherdless flock, bereft of leadership & vision, became & is now a nothing people in a nothing nation.

We have no tradition to return to.

We have no anchor in this storm.

We have a boat that leaks because it was never fixed.

We are adrift & alone.

II: Where Are They?

It pained me to say this.

I love my country because it is my own, which means I cry because she is being whored out to Uncle Sam & The Emperor.

Where is Britannia? She married Uncle Sam.

Where is her brother? He doesn’t care; he’s more loyal to Sam than to her.

They all shove her around

They all use her

They all abuse her

And they all still expect her loyalty.

Where were they all when Marianne threatened her? Nowhere to be seen.

Where were her mother & brother when Uncle Sam chastised her? Too busy sucking him off.

Where is anyone when she stands up for herself? Nowhere to be seen.

What have they done to earn her loyalty?

What have they done to earn her trust?

III: What She Deserves

They will always do what they’ve always done.

She will always get what she’s always got: to be the Omega Wolf, to be the punching bag, to be ignored, shoved around, dismissed, & shot down for standing up for herself for daring to question them.

She deserves better.

She deserves a far greater destiny than what she’s stuck with.

She deserves more than to have her brother collect a tithe from her already small income.

She deserves to make up her own mind, not just to blindly follow her brother because he expects it.

She deserves to control her own destiny

IV: Holding Her Back

If her brother wants to control her, he can go to Hell.

If her mother wants to control her, she can go to Hell.

If Uncle Sam wants to control her, he can go to Hell.

If the Emperor wants to control her, he can go to Hell.

If anyone else seeks to control her, they too can go to Hell.

V: A New World

Even if she wants to be free, it’ll be hard; that’s the reality

Her brother is so used to her subservience that he won’t be able to tolerate her independence, & will thwart it

Despite seeing her as worthless & puisne, Sam won’t let her be independent, let alone successful, lest anyone else be tempted to follow Zealandia

Britannia will oppose her daughter’s independence, but that old crone can’t see her own infirmity

The Emperor, he will use this opportunity to enslave Zealandia, & standing alone, well…

VI: Our Destiny

We have a destiny to forge, a world to win, a story to write; a story that started in isles far away, both in the Pacific & in Britain.

Our story is one of explorers, of settlers, of pioneers, who found in these isles a home.

Britain & her people connected our isles to the world, for much good & much ill.

Generations of our men died in lands they’d’ve never known for God, King & Country like no-one would today.

And for what? America is rotten, Britain is infected with America’s pox, as are Canada, Australia & even sadly dear Zealandia too.

The Dragon wakes & all are now afraid; friendless, he feels he can subdue all through force & guile to extract the tribute to which he feels entitled.

And in all of this Zealandia is caught between the Dragon & the Eagle; they both hate her & want to enslave her, & she is told to choose between them.

Is this where her story ends? In final servitude? Or can she cast off all her Masters & fulfil her destiny?

The “Hospital Bed Address”

Note: The so-called “Hospital Bed Address” was given by Michael Freeman from his bed at Wellington Hospital at Midday on 18 November 2030, a week after the attempt on his life at the Armistice Day commemorations & after days of political rallying & point scoring on everyone’s part. Acting Prime Minister Alfred Williams made several speeches updating the media on various aspects of the investigation; on his 16 November update he confirmed that the arrested alleged offender was ASIS agent Joe Mason, which shocked many, who believed that Australia would never sanction such a thing. Some, however, especially those close to Michael & even Michael himself, were not surprised at all; they saw this coming.

Even so, a torrent of rage was unleashed against the erstwhile ally, & after Mason pleaded guilty, Australian PM Douglas Smith came clean, admitted that he had ordered the assassination, attempted a half-baked defence of his actions, & was swiftly replaced by Foreign Minister Grant Ellison. On becoming Prime Minister he apologised in writing to Alfred Williams, then later to Michael.

At 9am on 18 November, the Prime Minister’s Office announced that Michael would speak from his hospital bed in a address to be broadcast on TVNZ & RNZ at midday, where he would respond publicly to the events of the week.

Good afternoon, New Zealand.

I guess the first thing I should say is that I am happy to be alive. In that I am extremely grateful to the doctors, nurses & everyone else here at Wellington Hospital who helped me pull through. I am extremely thankful to those who prayed for me & even those who simply provided their thoughts, especially from those who heavily dislike me. It all helped. I have pulled through, & God willing, my doctors have told me that I will make a full recovery. I am also thankful to my wife Sofia, our seven children, including my one-month-old son James, my parents & parents-in-law, who have kept a vigil here the whole week, especially during the hours early on when it wasn’t known how I would fare. I would like to thank Alfred Williams for stepping up to the plate as Acting Prime Minister, & all our ministers for carrying on with the business of government.

I am thankful to you all.

Naturally, I have been receiving regular updates on the investigation, & I was disturbed to hear that the alleged offender, Joseph Mason, was an agent of the Australian Security Intelligence Service. Naturally, this was an extremely disturbing development, but as the fruits of the investigation came in, this was proven to be the case. I believe that, on the orders of the Acting Prime Minister The Rt. Hon. Alfred Williams, Foreign Minister The Rt. Hon. Irina Alexander travelled to Canberra & delivered two copies of the Police file: one to the Australian Department of Foreign Affairs & Trade, & the other to the then-Australian Prime Minister, Douglas Smith. Within hours, Smith would resign, replaced with the erstwhile Foreign Minister, Grant Ellison, with whom I did speak only an hour ago, offering an apology on behalf of the Australian government for this attempt on my life. I will not relate to you my reply:

Mr. Ellison, I thank you for your apology. Although I do not doubt your sincerity in making the apology, I acknowledge that, as a member of the Australian National Security Committee, you would have been informed of this action, & judging from the commission of the act, you at the very least gave tacit approval for this attempted assassination of the Prime Minister of New Zealand.

Allies don’t try & kill each other’s Prime Ministers, Mr. Ellison.

As much as I would like to accept your apology I cannot, not while I still feel the pain caused by the bullet that at one point nearly killed me, not while I know that those who ordered my assassination cannot face justice for their actions (that unfortunately includes you, Mr. Ellison), not while Australia continues to do the dirty work for the American Leviathan & continues to attempt to subvert the New Zealand Government.

As much as you want to put this behind us & go back to how things were, I’m afraid that is not possible here, Mr. Ellison. I can understand your motivation – our countries do share a certain bond. If the acts committed by your nation against New Zealand were not this serious, we might be able to salvage our extremely important relationship.

Again, I don’t think that will be possible, Mr. Ellison.

The Rubicon was crossed the moment the bullet entered my chest. You are awfully mistaken if you think that we can go back now, or possibly ever, to the way things were. Even if this action is forgiven, this can never be forgotten, & the trust between our governments, I dare say even the bond between our nations, is now broken, & the trust that was broken cannot be regained, certainly not while I’m Prime Minister. The bond, on the other hand, that so-called Anzac Spirit, I’m not sure if that can ever be repaired.

That could be broken forever.

After what has happened here, I am afraid to say that we are no longer allies. In fact, Australia is now seen as a threat to New Zealand.

I am afraid to admit this truth, Mr. Ellison, but I must, & that truth is simply:

New Zealand, at least for the time being, stands alone.

The Last Loyalist: The Call

Michael & the kids returned to Ashwell House to be greeted by his wife, trying to get Mary to sleep.

“Hi, Mum!” Victoria shouted loudly as she ran up the steps inside, before trailing quieter as she noticed her baby sister in Mum’s arms.
“Hi, Vic. Where did Dad take you two?”
“Dad took us into the crypt then he took us to Waikawau…”

Sofia raised her eyebrow. “Not to the beach, I take it?”
Alexander shook his head. “No, Mum. Dad took us to Tamati House.”
Michael finally came inside, having finally finished parking the Dodge back into the garage. He looked at Sofia, holding Mary in her arms, talking to Alex & Vic.
“The laptop is on the table & set up.”
“Wonderful. I’ll get up there now.” With that, Michael ran through the great hall atAshwell into the family room then up the stairs through the private living room into the study, where the laptop was set up on the desk.

Michael called at the webcam. “James?”

Michael called at the webcam again, not seeing his chief of staff. “James?”
“There you are, Michael. You’re late.”
“I was having a morning walk with my children. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Michael. I was with my children when I was told about this.”
“Yes, so what’s this about His Majesty?”
“Well, His Majesty the King would like to speak to you. We have been given no indication by the Palace as to the subject matter, but I’m sure we already have a broad idea. I’ll tell the Palace we’re ready.”
Michael waited patiently at his desk for the connections to be made. After a few minutes where he grabbed a glass of water & returned to his seat, he bowed his head to the King as he came into view.
“Michael Freeman, are you there?”
George the Seventh, by the Grace of God King of New Zealand and Her Other Realms andTerritories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.
“Yes I am, Your Majesty. How are you?”

“I’m well, or about as well as I can be.”
Michael nodded. “I assume Your Majesty has heard about the New Zealand Government’s position regarding what’s happening?”
The King nodded. “Yes I have, Michael. I believe New Zealand is the only realm thathas supported me & not Parliament, although from the remarks of yours that I
have heard, Michael, I must say that some of them may have been, if I may say, unnecessarily inflammatory. Did you really need to call the Canadian Prime Minister a traitor?”

Michael smiled & nodded. “I have been told that, Sir, that my words can exhibit an extremely abrasive quality. I must try & temper it somewhat.”
“I think it would be beneficial to do that, Michael.”
“Sir, have you received any communication from the Prince of Wales? I have tried to open a channel of communications between us & Kensington Palace via the High Commission, & we’ve been quite unsuccessful so far.”
The King shook his head. “I’m afraid that even I have been unsuccessful in contacting my son; either of them. I have been able to speak to my grandchildren, but not their fathers. All communications we’ve had with Kensington Palace has been through press releases.”
Crap, Michael thought to himself, if father & son are not even talking, or at the most talking through grandchildren, this cannot be good. “I heard that the Prince of Wales was offering to mediate between Your Majesty & Parliament. Have there been any updates on that matter?”
The King shook his head again. “May I be honest here, Michael?”

Michael nodded. “Of course, Sir.”
“My son wouldn’t be of much help in this matter. I can see the writing on the wall –Parliament wants me gone. If I’m going to be brutally honest, I think Daniel Evans has always hated me. Seeing what has happened, I do not regret refusing to sign the Abdication Bill. I do hate seeing the country divided, seeing the destruction, the anger, the outright hatred in some circles. I do believe that I am in the right with this Press Regulation Bill, however, & I do not
regret refusing to sign it. I do not understand how a government could pass legislation like this. Would you have proposed a bill like this one, Michael?” Michael shook his head. “From the perspective, Sir, of a lawyer with an extensive knowledge of public law, I would never introduce a bill like this, & if I did, it would rightly be criticised from all quarters, & had the previous government introduced a bill like this one, I would be shredding it to pieces with my criticism.”
The King nodded. “I expected as much. Can we discuss something?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“In the perhaps more than hypothetical situation that it is no longer tenable for me to stay here in the United Kingdom, would it be possible for me to continue to reign from New Zealand?”
The King? In New Zealand? “Of course, Sir. It would be our great honour to welcome Your Majesties to New Zealand.”
“Wonderful. I just thought that, being in the aftermath of last year’s referendum, there may be people who may not be as…enthusiastic as, perhaps, you are, Michael.”
“It’s alright, Sir. They won’t be a problem.”
The King nodded, satisfied with the conversation. “Good. I must go now, there’s a Royal Household meeting that I’m actually late for. We will continue talking soon. I’ll discuss on my end about trying to get you lot in contact with Kensington House.”
“That’s wonderful, Sir. Well, goodbye until then, Your Majesty.” With that & one last bow of the head, the video call with the King finished. Sofia then came up holding Mary in her arms.
“Michael, Sergey is here.”

3am had just passed, & it was heralded by the buzz of the phone. Michael spent Sunday afternoon on his phone talking to different ministers becoming more anxious about the international situation. Thankfully for Michael, none of them were wavering in their support for the King, but still it was a position they never thought would ever happen. Tautoru had even come over with James Creswell even came to Ashwell House in person to talk about it. He told them (& everyone else) about his meeting with the King, & promised to inform them about any further developments.
Such a development came at 4am on Monday.
Michael was woken by his loud ringtone.
Please don’t tell me it is who I think it is. It had better not be Dunn.
He fumbled his way to his phone, still half asleep. Having picked it up, he peered at the screen to see who was calling him at such an hour.
Shit. It’s Dunn.
“Jack, this had better be really important to wake me up at such an hour. Do you even know what the time is?” Michael told his chief of staff with some anger.
“It’s important, Michael – really important. Read the news.” Michael, still on the phone, took five seconds to check the news to see what Jack was talking about. The first headline woke him up completely:
Prince of Wales sides with Parliament, agrees to overthrow his father
“This had better be fake news, Jack,” Michael continued, “This had better be a joke.”
“I don’t joke around with stuff like this, Michael,” Jack replied, “not when I’m waking you up ten minutes after I woke up myself.”
Shit, Michael thought to himself, why would His Royal Highness betray his father?
“I’m preparing for an emergency meeting scheduled for 10am this morning. Is thatgood for you, Michael?”
Still slightly groggy, he could nod. “Yeah, Jack. That should be good. The only one who might not be able to make it is Luke. I remember from the campaign that Hokitika can be notoriously unreliable for him with time pressure…”
“I’m already well ahead of you. I’m calling him straight after I’m finished with you. I’m booking him on a flight from Nelson next to Andy.”
What a lifesaver, Michael thought to himself.
“I’ve booked you, Tautoru & James on a flight departing Kerikeri at 6am & arriving in Auckland before 7am. I’m also booking you three, the six Auckland ministers & Rachel on the same flight from Auckland. You all should be seated together; I’ll at least try. You all should be here by 10. Oh, &before I go, should I organise for the Chief of Defence Force to attend? I know we only talked about it briefly & as a hypothetical…”
Well, it’s not really a hypothetical anymore, is it, Jack? “Yes, Jack. Please invite Admiral Samuels along. He at least needs to be informed. I think that Air Marshal Richards should be there as well; I’m guessing that any extraction mission will be mainly an Air Force mission. Hopefully he’ll provide us at least a general picture of the logistics involved or point us to someone who can. I also hope they can tell us whether we can actually do it.”
Jack nodded on his end. “Good. That should be all. I’ll see you in Wellington.”
Having done his usual Monday morning routine an hour earlier than usual, at 4am he kissed a still half asleep Sofia goodbye when he saw a car stop outside the gate.
“Michael! I hope I’m not too early.”
He shook his head. “No, Tautoru. Your timing was perfect, actually.” Michael hopped into his cousin’s car, “Jack woke you up as well?”
Tautoru nodded. “Yeah. He told me. I can’t believe that the Prince actually betrayedthe King; it’s unbelievable. You know that I’m not as big a royalist as you are, Michael, but you’re right – what Parliament has done here borders on treason, & with the heir to the throne joining in the treason, well, I’ll
just say that I wouldn’t be the biggest fan of having a traitor on the Throne once His Majesty dies, hopefully many years hence. You got any idea of how to solve that, Michael? You were always the constitution whizz.”

Michael shook his head. “Not now I don’t, Tautoru. I guess we’ll deal with it as it comes.” They went quiet as they made their way up the driveway to Amberdale House,where they saw the lights on.
“Mr C must be up as well,” Michael observed.
They got out of their cars & proceeded to the front door. Just as they were about to knock, the door opened.
“Michael, Tautoru,” Mrs Creswell greeted them, “Come in. Jim is having his breakfast. Are the two of you hungry?”
“We both ate before we arrived, Mrs C.” Tautoru answered, following along the hallway into the kitchen.
Michael looked along the hallway. Isn’t that funny? I can walk the hallway here at Amberdale as an adult, but yet I still feel like a child playing hide and seek with Monica & her sisters.
When they entered the kitchen, they found James Frederick Creswell standing at thecounter eating toast with marmalade, having already eaten a bowl of muesli in

“Mr Creswell,” Michael blurted out unthinkingly.
James turned to the Prime Minister and smiled. “We’ve been colleagues for six years, Michael, but I guess old habits die hard, don’t they, Tautoru?”
Tautoru nodded. “Yes, Mr C.”
“Have you seen the news?”
James nodded. “Yes, Michael. I’ve seen the news. It’s worse than I’ve feared.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“The only thing we can do: bring Their Majesties here.”
Michael nodded. “I more or less came to the same conclusion.”
“Ah, good,” James replied, “at least we are on the same page. Now, I know this is more in the Foreign Affairs & Defence portfolio, but should we get the Air Force to bring Their Majesties here?”
Michael nodded. “I’ve more or less come to that conclusion as well. We will discuss itin Wellington. Our meeting will be joined by Admiral Samuels & Air Marshal Richards.”
“Good. Should we be off now, boys?”
With that, the three ministers left the kitchen to walk back to the front door. James kissed his wife goodbye. “See you, love. Tell Dad I’ve already left.”
Mrs Creswell nodded. “I will. See you.” She turned to the other two. “See you, boys.”
Michael & Tautoru replied together. “Bye, Mrs Creswell.”
This is going to be a long day.
Despite having eaten at home, Michael, Tautoru & James were hungry by the time they arrived together at Auckland Airport, so they decided to have a second breakfast together in one of the cafés while they wait for their colleagues to arrive.
The three of them were glued to the TV screen:

“With the Prince of Wales now accepting Parliament’s offer to reign as King, his father’s position is becoming less & less tenable. Prime Minister Evans is expected to speak very soon, & is expected to call for the King’s abdication…”

Traitorous scum, Michael thought to himself as he watched the speech, he was dismissed; the first in nearly 200 years to be dismissed. Yet he persists to lead; instead of bowing out gracefully & resigning he still calls himself Prime Minister, claiming that he is such solely because he holds the confidence of the House of Commons. Never mind that the warrant has been withdrawn; to him it doesn’t matter:

“…I continue to be the legitimately elected Prime Minister, for I can’t be dismissed by a monarch that Parliament views as illegitimate. For that reason,
I hereby call on the Chiefs of the Armed Forces to defend Parliament, our
democracy, our values & our way of life by evicting, through force if necessary,
the former monarch George VII from Buckingham Palace..”

The mouths of all three ministers dropped open. Their silence was broken by a female voice.
“Did Evans seriously call for a military overthrow?”
They turned around & saw Rachel, her sandy blonde hair obscuring her face. Michael spoke first to the Attorney-General. “You’re up & active.”
Rachel looked back. “I hope this is our last early morning wake-up.”
Tautoru laughed. “Sadly, Rachel, I get the feeling this is only the beginning.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “I’ll just go & order some breakfast.”
“Shit,” Michael said, “Evans is going full dictator. We really need to get this going.”
“Do you think the King will abdicate?” James asked.
“Alone? He probably would have, a while ago. With our support? No. Instead of abdicating, he’ll continue to the bitter end.”
Tautoru spoke up. “It’s all very well & good backing the King, but what if this doesn’t end well? How will this impact on our relationship with London?”
“I’m guessing the impact will be massive. They were angry with us the moment we came out backing the King. Not just them, Canada too, & the other realms.”
“Well, Michael,” James replied, “you calling Prime Minister Bennett a traitor didn’t exactly help things.”
Michael nodded. “I accept that. I also accept that it’s something that needed to be said.”
“You know, Michael, that one day your mouth will cause a massive diplomatic incident. I hope that you & Irina have a plan for that.”
Michael grinned. “Rest assured, Mr Creswell, I will try to temper my tongue – I promised His Majesty as much when we talked.”
Rachel arrived at the table with her croissant & coffee, placing them on the tablewhile she took the fourth seat. “So guys, what’s the plan?

The Provincial Mindset & Its Consequences: The Legacy of the British & American Empires on the New Zealand Identity & How it Discourages the Formation of a New Zealand Natio

I believe that one of the major problems with New Zealand is that New Zealand’s elite (such as it is) does not care for New Zealand, & has no loyalty to New Zealand, but elsewhere, whether to the Anglosphere
in matters of defence & security, to China in matters of economics, or to the United Nations in terms of foreign policy. In my view, The New Zealand elite views this country as two things:

  1. An economic zone; &
  2. A backwater imperial province

Because of this mindset, they do not view New Zealand as a unique nation with its own identity, let alone one that ought to be
preserved. As an economic zone, the main concern is that New Zealand’s Gross
Domestic Product is continuing to grow, which it is, due to factors that in the
long run will destroy any conception of New Zealand as anything other than an
economic zone (let alone a nation), such as allowing rampant immigration with
the effect of straining public services as well as whatever societal cohesion exists here. As a backwater province, the New Zealand elite’s conception of New Zealand’s place in the world is one not of submission, but outright subservience to the point that we can’t even make up our own mind on our own interests; our economic interests are dictated to us by Beijing, our security
interests are dictated to us by Washington & reinforced by Canberra, & London expects our loyalty while not really being loyal to us in return. This, I believe, has put New Zealand into debasing itself by being a Lisa Simpson, a whiny little b****, a desperate cry for attention from a minnow increasingly ignored & marginalised by those who claim to be her allies. Let me explain:

New Zealand: An Economic Zone

Because New Zealand is seen as just an economic zone, they don’t want to foster the image of New Zealand as a nation, so they don’t foster solidarity between different sections of society, & fosters instead
a form of political warfare through partisan liberal democracy. This can be clearly seen through the nature of partisan politics: Labour (nominally representing the proletariat) & the erroneously-named National (nominally representing the bourgeoisie, but mostly representing the globalist corporates who fund them) for starters, before we even get to the plethora of minor parties that seem to have no other discernible purpose than to serve as an
adjunct for the major party of their choice. Because of this, no effort is made in politics to encourage any kind of national solidarity; to the contrary, they instead seek division in a sort of divide et impera, which is mad,
unless you see their vision of New Zealand as an economic zone of humans as
economic units. This quite gross & frankly inhuman & monstrous vision for New Zealand (as a small part of a likewise world) is something I greatly fear.

New Zealand: An Imperial Backwater

Since 1840, NZ has been a backwater province of the British (now American) Empire, & as such with generations of egalitarian propaganda, New Zealanders have been deluded into believing that social class is an evil that has been eradicated here in New Zealand. The reality is much
worse, of course; the elite have not been eradicated, far from it. What has been created is an elite that is, in many ways, detached from New Zealand; they are loyal to the Empire, not to New Zealand. Due to their very close links & bonds to the rest of the Anglosphere, many of them are increasingly detached from New Zealand to the point that they are simply ignorant to New Zealand’s interests at best, & traitorous at worst.

The numbers of New Zealanders leaving overseas, especially for Australia & the United Kingdom, proves this. As the New Zealand elite, the very people that would, in a healthy New Zealand, be personally invested in the welfare & the national interest of New Zealand, the very people the New Zealand nation needs, are plucked away from here & are scattered overseas
& inculcated with the values of the Anglo-American Liberal Democratic Empire that shackles New Zealand to itself. They will mostly stay abroad, & those that do return, return not with any real love for New Zealand, but many return to their nominal homeland with a revulsion at the parochial, provincial character of their nominal compatriots, oblivious to the glaring fact that New Zealand is sinking further into irrelevance & decay through neglect by the
very people who could attempt to turn things around, but when their country
needed them most, they vanished.

Their actions stunt New Zealand’s national development, as such an elite ends up seeing themselves not as a national elite, with a duty to their country & their people, but as a provincial elite whose loyalty is to the Empire, not to New Zealand, & not only view the people of New Zealand as unwashed plebeians who must never be allowed to control their own destiny, but also see themselves merely as a branch office for the Empire, whose purpose is not to articulate New Zealand’s national interest, but to manufacture New Zealand’s consent (& dare I say, subservience) to the
policies of the Empire, no matter how detrimental to New Zealand’s own interests such policy may be. Naturally, this leads to a mentality where our “leaders” don’t factor in New Zealand’s interests at all into their
decision making, but act as good little toadies of the Empire. It also leads to
a situation that, between the elite leaving for Imperial Service & many others leaving because of the neglect, stupidity & incompetence of the policies of the New Zealand provincial leadership meaning that they struggle to live their best life here, where so many people are leaving New Zealand that the government solves this problem through “Other Means”, notably
through an immigration Ponzi scheme where the government decides to import
massive numbers of people to not only stave off the significant population losses incurred as a result of the exodus from New Zealand but to supposedly fill gaps in our economy. Of course, no-one ever thinks about the impact such rapid importation of people has on the environment, on infrastructure, on New Zealand’s natural resources (some of which are, frankly, pretty stretched as it is).

New Zealand’s Stunted Nationhood

The main effect of these measures is that New Zealand essentially undergoes a demographic churn effect, where different groups of people are brought here in wave after wave, constantly, without respite, where they are expected to live together in harmony. Of course I’m not going to
discount entirely the possibility that some live in “harmony”; many do, of course. However, human nature never changes, & when the demographics of an area is in constant flux it is hard to create a community spirit, let alone community solidarity that comes with high social trust, & without that community spirit, it is extremely difficult to knit these communities together into a self-confident national spirit that doesn’t rely heavily on the consumerist hype of international sports.

Without solidarity, there is no nationhood. Simple as that. Here’s an example:

New Zealand as we know it is less than two centuries old. The New Zealand of 1820 is nothing like the New Zealand of 1920, which in turn is nothing like the New Zealand of 2020. The last two centuries have been
nothing short of demographic flux for New Zealand. I want to reiterate this point because I believe it’s really important, as it is the key to unlocking not only New Zealand’s history, but also New Zealand’s future – demographic flux is not conducive to the formation of a healthy national identity. It’s a very good way to destroy social cohesion, & thus not a good way to create it. In many ways, we are still undergoing the consequences of the last demographic upheaval, that of the mid 19th century as the various Maori tribes were fast being demographically replaced & spent that time creating the seeds of Maori nationalism, which of course ended up being buried under the weight of British settlement. I maintain this point: most of New Zealand’s Wars were caused not simply by land sales or land disputes, but by fast demographic change & the inability of Maori to resist such change politically.

I know it was a bit of a tangent, but I hope it proved my point – people don’t like being demographically replaced, & those who
ignore the lessons of history do so at their peril.

Even considering the rather short timeframe that New Zealand’s identity has had to develop in less than two centuries, in less than ten generations, what has developed is a rather embryonic form which, naturally, is heavily informed by the British, but due varying degrees of Maori
influence is not a 1:1 British carbon copy.

That’s to be expected, of course.

However, there are still many Maori who have a negative view of the events that have happened over the last two centuries, especially the consequences of their demographic replacement. This, of course, makes it difficult for them to see the descendants of those who replaced them as fellow countrymen. This means that such Maori (who probably make up the bulk of the constituency of the Maori Party as well as that of the Green Party & a good-sized chunk of that of the Labour Party as well) thus see mass immigration not as a threat
to their position in this country (which they foolishly think will be upheld by the Treaty of Waitangi forever & a day no matter the demographic makeup of the country), but as “revenge against Whitey”.

Like I said, foolish.

One of the main products of this is that New Zealand has a stunted sense of nationhood, not based on an organically-developed history & identity but on consumerism, decadent liberal democratic values & other
varieties of the rot that afflicts the English speaking people for several centuries to the point that they are doomed to destruction.

Slavish Loyalty & its Consequences

As the New Zealand we know is a creation of British imperialism, naturally New Zealand has developed a loyalty to Britain, which was good as long as the British Empire was in existence. However, as the
British Empire has decayed over the last century (in earnest over the last half century) into an Anglo-American Empire, New Zealand has matured from a backwater
province of the British Empire to a backwater province of this Anglo-American
monstrosity. As the United States has, since World War 2, taken the lead in this
relationship, Britain has taken a progressively more submissive role in the
relationship, & the so-called “special relationship” between the United States & the United Kingdom resembles less an alliance & more that of a master & servant duo. It matters not how much America abuses the relationship in their drives to drum up support among their European vassals (oops, I mean allies) for one of their hare-brained imperialistic wars for democracy, where some countries have the courage to tell the Americans where to shove it, the British never seem to have the guts to do so. In this, the British not only function as a sycophant, but as has been witnessed several times during the Trump administration, the British can be seen trying to keep America on the track of leadership of the Liberal Democratic Empire, especially now as powers such as Russia & China question the fundamentals of the said Empire & attempt to “cause chaos” by undermining confidence in the Empire.

Not that it’s required. The Empire is doing that fine
all on its own.

Britain’s subservience is bad news for Canada, who otherwise has no leg to stand on in its Quarter-of-a-Millennium-long struggle with the United States for the soul of British North America; one which the Traitors (sorry, Patriots) mostly won in 1783, but with the Loyalists fleeing to Canada & founding Anglo-Canada with what they salvaged from America, they would always be a threat to America’s Manifest Destiny & to its liberal republican identity. America would spend the next two centuries
undermining & ultimately expunging Canada’s conservative heritage & corrupt Canada into an America clone, thus completing the work begun in 1775.

With the loss of the North American colonies, Britain spent the next century founding colonies in what we know as Australia & (reluctantly) coming to rule New Zealand as well as fighting the Dutch in
southern Africa. By the beginning of the 20th century, with the federation of six colonies into the Commonwealth of Australia & the South African colonies into the Union of South Africa, New Zealand found itself one of the smallest members of the British imperial family (except for Newfoundland, the British Caribbean colonies, & perhaps some of the smaller colonies). Being such a relative minnow among the increasingly larger members of the British Empire, New Zealand’s policy was that of loyalty to Britain.

With that said, in recent decades New Zealand has found itself caught in a very tight position. For standing up to the Americans in the 1980s on a rather trivial matter that could have been solved very easily with a little information, the NZ/USA portion of the ANZUS Treaty was suspended. Over the last few decades, more & more trade has occurred with China, & is now getting to the point where New Zealand is becoming dependent economically on trade with China. This development is, of course, extremely concerning, as it is this dependence on China that replicates New Zealand’s previous dependence on trade with the United Kingdom that came unstuck when the latter entered the European Economic Community in the 1970s. This dependence on Chinese trade is also a concern as New Zealand is also an apparently loyal minion of the American-led Liberal Democratic Empire, an empire that seems like it has seized upon the People’s Republic of China to play the role of the
Soviet Union in a new Cold War.

These developments, of course, make it difficult for New Zealand, as in a rather servile fashion it is attempting to balance loyalty to two empires: an American Empire (by then not even an Anglo-American Empire, as the United Kingdom had by then completely submitted to America, since then
being America’s most loyal vassal) & a Chinese Empire. One is rotten, decadent & decaying, & the other is certainly rising, but is also fundamentally rotten to its core as
well, papered over by constant & frankly cancerous economic growth. In addition it’s surrounded by enemies, even if they need American support to not be absorbed into the Imperium Sinarum. We find ourselves having to choose to pledge allegiance to either Satan or Lucifer, neither of whom care about us, neither of whom would ever do anything for us. This frustrates me, as it seems that New Zealand (& indeed everyone in the Pacific) is forced to be a vassal of either the Imperium Americanum or the Imperium Sinarum.

Being an idealist & a romantic, I’m really
frustrated that there is no “none of the above” option. For people like me, who
oppose both Chinese decadence & arrogant entitlement as well as American
decadence & rot, people believe the choice to be so binary, that there
isn’t & never can be a third option.

I say we’re not trying hard enough.

The Elephant Across the Tasman

All the while we may not even make our own choice, as Australia may end up making our decision for us, based on their interests,
which may not necessarily be ours. This is what naturally happens when you are
overshadowed by a country larger than yourself. For the last century or more, certainly since Australian federation, New Zealand has functioned as Australia’s
sidekick; a loyal minion that might grumble at their position & sometime treatment but ultimately would remain loyal. All of this happens while Australian banks take control of our financial sector, while Australian companies leech billions of dollars in profits from New Zealanders (along with other multinational companies), while Australia (& the UK, USA & Canada,
among others) leeches our best & brightest away to their shores, thus stunting New Zealand’s development, retarding New Zealand’s opportunities to grow, to be better, to improve as a nation, & making it harder for New Zealand to improve its lot. They leech from our economy to the point where they hold far more control over New Zealand than even the bogeyman China, but
because they’re Australia, our friendly trans-Tasman big brother of a neighbour, it’s alright for them to hold us by the balls. Such is New Zealand’s relationship with Australia where even if we avoid putting our lot in with the great powers, Australia will never let us diverge too far from them, lest they find their eastern flank anything but totally secure.

A Final Rant

Because of this, I believe New Zealand will never be truly sovereign within the context of the current international order, for I
fear that if New Zealand, the minnow, increasingly ignored & expected to continue
to be a loyal minion, expected to serve The Club gratefully as the Omega Wolf of Orwell’s Oceania, suddenly grew the guts (or perhaps was mad enough to grow such guts) to stand up to America & its minions, to truly stand up to them, not just over some trivial matter that could be solved easily but over
something more fundamental, I fear that in such a position New Zealand would be
standing alone. In such a position, America would not give New Zealand (or indeed any other member of the Anglophone Axis that stands at the core of the Liberal Democratic Empire) the chance to be independent. No, not at all; I fear that the full force of the Anglophone powers would be upon us in New Zealand, to force us back into line, to force us back into the pack, to put us back in our place, & I fear that Australia would lead that charge. New Zealand would be subjected to an assault such as it never has before (mainly because it hasn’t),
economically, diplomatically, politically. Such a New Zealand would, in such an
event, be fighting those nations which had been its closest allies. It would be scarring for New Zealand to be fighting such nations, for such leaders to be constantly fighting an endless barrage of propaganda, of pressure, political, economic, diplomatic & otherwise. I would even entertain the not-entirely-unthinkable notion that Australia would in such a situation carry out in the name of the Empire acts of political subversion against New Zealand if the New Zealand leadership
proved to be especially obstinate. This, of course, would occur with the full cooperation of the New Zealand “elite”, the provincial elite they are, for the most part they would happily betray their nation in the service of the Empire, especially those in intelligence & the bureaucrats, perhaps even the military. They would not be traitors, they would be loyalists defending the interests of the Empire against the mad ravings of a populist insurgent who dared entertain such madness.

It would take an extraordinary leader to stand up to them, & one with great fortitude (let alone great power) to not be destroyed
by their assault. They’d be mad, completely mad, but extraordinary.

The Last Loyalist: Home

The country sea breeze always does good after a long, hard week in the Capital.

Michael spent Saturday morning standing on the veranda gazing toward the sea, trying at once to temporarily forget the events of the week & attempt to make sense of the said events with the end of charting a course of action going forward.

A rather delicate balancing act.

Michael saw from the corner of his eye Pagos, the elderly white Labrador.
“Good morning, old mate.” Michael patted the old dog, remembering the ways the old dog had saved his life. While he was patting Pagos, Sofia came out to join him.
“My parents are staying in Wellington, but Sergey will be here tonight. He said he’ll serve at the chapel tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. After the week I’ve had, I need a bit of help from God.” Michael patted Pagos again. “I think I need to take a walk.”
Sofia nodded & started to make her way indoors when Alex & Victoria came out onto the veranda, finding their parents.
Alex spoke up first. “Where are you going, Dad?”
“Off for a walk. You two want to come?”
They both nodded. “Yeah, we’ll come!” The two of them joined their father as he started walking to the veranda at the back of the house, leaving Sofia & Pagos behind.
This has been a hard week, Sofia thought to herself, & it won’t be getting any easier.
As she readied herself to go back inside, the three year-old twins came out. Nicholas, with his black hair & brown eyes, was a deep contrast to his sister Elizabeth, with her long blonde hair & eyes green as grass.
Then again, they were fraternal twins.
“Mum, where is Dad?”
“Dad’s gone with your brother & sister.”
Nicholas furrowed his brow. “Can we go?”
Sofia shook her head. “I’m afraid not. We’ve got to get ready for Uncle Sergey.”
Their eyes lit up in excitement. “Yay! Uncle Sergey!” With that, the twins ran back inside, excited at the arrival of their favourite uncle.
That’ll do it.

Having walked the garden paths & gone down the steps, Michael, Alexander & Victoria entered the Freeman family crypt that lay under the chapel.
Alex spoke up first. “What’s under here, Dad?”
“This, kids, is the Freeman crypt.”
“Crypt? Why are you taking us down into a crypt, Dad? Aren’t crypts creepy places, with dead people?”
Michael smiled. Ah, a child’s imagination. “Well, the dead people are buried underneath like in every other grave. Anyway, you kids need to see this – I’ve been coming down here since I was a little boy. In fact, Vic, I was about your age when I came down here for the first time. My Grandad brought me down here & over the years started to tell me all about the people buried down here.”
Victoria realised the identity of these people. “Are these the people in the paintings in the Great Hall?”
Michael nodded. “Yes, Vic. They are.” They stopped at the first pair of graves:


“Who are they?” Alex asked.
“These are your great-great-great-great-great-grandparents. Edward is the guy in the painting wearing the red uniform, & Anne is the lady in the painting across from him.” Michael remembered what his grandfather told him:
He was the second son from a landed gentry family with a long history of military service. His older brother died in Australia, which put him in line to inherit the estate. He served for fifteen years as an officer in the 58th Regiment, mostly stationed here in New Zealand. He fought up here; it was while he was fighting up here that he fell in love with the place. After retirement, he like many in the 58th Regiment decided to settle, but had to go back to England first to sort out his affairs. He sold the Estate to a cousin & returned to New Zealand with £20000, & when he found that land was being sold in the Bay of Islands near where he’d fought, he bought the place in a heartbeat. Near the end of 1863 he, his wife Anne & their young son came here & founded the Ashwell Estate.
“Moving on.” They moved on to the next pair of graves:


“Which ones are they?”
“James is Edward’s son, & Victoria here is his wife. James is the one wearing the slouch hat turned up on the left, & Victoria is the lady in the blue dress opposite.”
A cavalry officer who served in the Boer War. Tried to serve in World War I but was too old. One of the proprietors that set up Prince of Wales College for Boys & Queen Mary’s College for Girls in 1920, alongside Sir James Creswell, Sir George Linton, Henry Valletort, Lord Tulsk, & others.
Victoria looked puzzled. “Dad, am I named after her?”
Michael smiled. “She’s one of them, Vic. You are also named after your great-grandmother. Moving on,” he said as they moved on to the next pair of graves:


“Michael?” Victoria noticed the name. “Like you, Dad?”
Michael nodded. “Yes, Vic. My grandfather named me after his grandfather.”
“Which one is he?”
“You know the painting with the man wearing the lemon-squeezer hat, the mountain shaped hat?”
They both nodded. “That’s him. Diane is the red-haired lady on the other side who looks Scottish, with the tartan & all.”
He served as a Captain with the Auckland Mounted Rifles Regiment in World War I. After his best friend & immediate superior Tim Dormer was killed during the Battle of Gaza, he was promoted to Major. He retired after the end of the war; Tim’s death affected him for the rest of his life, all 48 years of it. He dedicated the rest of his life to the Estate; he started work on what is now the orchard.
She was the daughter of the 12th Chief of Clan Stewart of Balquhidder, whose father had become one of Edward Freeman’s neighbours & friends. She was the first in the Stewart family not to marry a fellow Scot; her uncle was furious when he found out, & her father agreed, until he found she was marrying James Freeman’s son.
Even today, the Stewarts mostly marry other Scots, Michael thought to himself.
They moved on:


“George?” Victoria looked at the names. “Like our little brother?”
Their father nodded. “Yes. He’s named after your Grandad who was named after his Grandad. Your sister Mary has Felicity as one of her middle names.”
He was the second son of Michael Freeman (his older brother James died of Spanish flu in 1918). A long-time army officer. Served in World War 2, then later in Korea, retiring with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. After his retirement from the Army in 1960, he took over operations at Ashwell Orchard from his elderly father.
She was the only child of Brigadier General John Stanley Wycliffe, a British Army officer who emigrated here after World War I. When she died, her house in Remuera was passed down through the family, eventually ending up with Aunt Felicity. I should remember; I lived with her as a teenager.
They moved on to the last pair of graves:


“William? Like our cousin?”
Michael nodded again. “Yes, Vic. Your cousin William was named after him. Your brother Nicholas also has William as a middle name, as in fact do I. Your sister Lisa is actually named Elizabeth, & she’s named after my Grandma here.”
Grandad died when I was nine. I remember when we still lived in town, Mum & Dad would send us to our grandparents for the school holidays, both Mum’s parents at Waikawau & to Dad’s parents here at Ashwell. Grandad introduced Charlie & me to Kriegsspiel, playing war against each other in the Great Hall. Despite beating him every time, I never served in the Army & Charlie is doing it for real.
Grandma, on the other hand, was there throughout my childhood. When she died, it really shook me, to the point I nearly dropped out of university.
Such dark days.

My heritage is one of service, Michael thought to himself, of service to God, King, Country & my fellow man.
Over the generations, many of my ancestors have served in the Army, right down to my Dad. They have fought for Kings & Queens in almost every war in the last four centuries.
They fought the French numerous times.
They fought the Jacobites, & a few of them were Jacobites.
They fought Napoleon.
They fought the Ashanti & the Xhosa.
They fought the Chinese.
And then they came here, to New Zealand, the so-called “Britain of the South Seas”. Even here in New Zealand, my ancestors have continued to uphold the values & the heritage of the gentry families of which we are the scions, a task which can be difficult in a country like New Zealand, which is hostile to anything that “reeks of class”. Especially as an eldest son & heir to Ashwell, to me duty & service drives me in everything I do; it’s why I entered politics. Nevertheless, I am still dismayed by how New Zealand is still treading water, the inertia built up by layer upon layer of incompetent management & government upon government that simply didn’t care; in fact many of them (& I count the last government among them) had no care for New Zealand’s interests at all, & had the mentality of provincial administrators for their Imperial masters, whether they be in London, Washington, Beijing or all of the above. They don’t view New Zealand as a nation; in fact I don’t think they even want New Zealand to be viewed as such. They’re despicable; they don’t care for New Zealand’s sovereignty at all. The lack of control New Zealand has over its destiny is no concern to them; they are resigned to that consensus, that our Destiny will always be out of our hands.
The mindset is almost impossible to dislodge.
It’s an extremely difficult task to undo the damage of almost 200 years when I have a civil service & bureaucracy that hates me & all I stand for, & seeks to sabotage our efforts to actually make something of New Zealand.
This issue with His Majesty the King is emblematic of it all.
The fair-weather monarchists have deserted the King as the traitorous republican scum have brought out their knives in the very time the Monarchy needs their support. The arrogant, stupid, entitled politicians resent that His Majesty is not their puppet; the moment he tries to ask any questions about their affairs they take the opportunity to overthrow him. The worst part is the fact that they engage in treason, patent treason, in the open, & they can’t tolerate dissent from their position; they can’t comprehend that people can be loyal to the King. In fact, it’s been astounding for me how Britain expected me to join them in their treason. Even when Canada joined in, they expected me to somehow be afraid of standing against the rest of the Commonwealth Realms in continuing to be loyal to the King.
If I’m going to be honest, this has diminished Britain’s standing in my eyes. No matter what happens, New Zealand will no longer be an unthinking drone, a mere province of a rotten, degenerate, decaying Britain that is clearly dying, & expects us to follow them to our death.
New Zealand must live; even if we stand alone for the time being.

“Who wants to come with Dad to Waikawau?”
“I do! I do! I do!” With both Alexander & Victoria enthusiastic to go, Michael walked out of the crypt with his children, each holding one of their father’s hands, & walked together on the footpath around the corner to the garage where Michael kept each of his cars in good condition. As they entered the garage to choose the cars, Michael started to narrow the choices in his head.
There’s three of us, so that’s the Aston & the Ferrari out.
Alexander ran over to the black Dodge Challenger in the middle of the line-up. “Dad, can we go in the Dodge?”
“Sure can, little man,” Michael answered. “I’ll just grab your car seats first.” He opened the Range Rover beside the Challenger to grab the car seats, then opened the Dodge to install them. With the car seats firmly in place, Alex & Vic entered the car, both of them waiting patiently for their father to buckle their seatbelts. With his children both secure, Michael opened the front door & got going.
Michael drove along Freeman’s Road past the orchards of Ashwell Farm. Looking at the fields, they could see the sprawling orchards before them. Michael could see the bulk of the workers in the avocado orchard.
Avocado season. My favourite.
As he passed by, he sounded his horn to the workers. He saw the workers as they turned their heads to see the black Dodge Challenger as it drove past them. They all waved at Michael & his children.
What a beautiful day.
In no time they came down the last few hills & were on the stretch overlooking Waikawau Beach. The kids both looked out the window toward the sapphire blue sea & the white sand of the beach itself.
“Can we go to the beach, Dad?” Alexander asked.
“We might on the way back,” Michael replied, “but if we do, don’t tell your mum.”
“We won’t.” They both promised their father, index fingers in front of their mouths.
The car continued toward the farms, Freeman’s Road now no longer parallel to the beach, now turning away from the beach & toward one last hill. Michael, ever the careful driver when with his children, gently crested over the hill & came down on the other side of the last hill, now able to see the vegetable fields that made up Waikawau Farm. Before long, Michael passed Te Arikirangi Marae & the adjoining cemetery. As they were passing by, Michael could see cars outside the cemetery & an open gate.
It’s probably some cousins. It’s probably fine, Michael thought to himself as he pulled into the driveway of Tamati House.
“Here we are kids, Tamati House.”

Having brought the kids out of the car, Michael guided them onto the footpath then onto the front veranda.
Alex spoke first. “Dad, this house looks empty.”
Victoria spoke up next. “Yeah, Dad. Does anyone even live here?”
Michael shook his head. “Not since my grandparents died.”
“How long ago was that?” Victoria asked.
“My nan died not long after your mum & I got married. My old papa, on the other hand, died while I was at school in Auckland.”
I still remember hearing the news from Ashleigh at school. Being called out of school the week before the Ball, hurrying up north to Waikawau, only to see Mum in tears & Dad struggling, nay, failing to console her.
It was heart-breaking.
Michael reached for the keys. “Let’s go inside, kids.”
The door opened up. “Shoes off.” His children, naturally good listeners, took their shoes off & followed their dad inside.
Having followed him through the vestibule, they came across a central hallway that seemed to branch off into all corners of the house. Spoilt for choice, the kids decided to take the closest entrance into the living room, a room they found rather sparsely furnished, with a few sofas, a bookshelf filled with books, & a fireplace with a painting of two old men.
Michael found them. “I see the two of you have found The Two Chiefs.”
“Who are they?” Alex asked.
“They are Tamati Te Arikirangi & James Stewart of Balquhidder, the ancestor of the Stewarts, like Hamish & them.”
“Te Arikirangi,” Alex realised, “like me?”
Michael nodded. “Yes, Alex. I named you after him, your other grandfather & me, hence Alexander Michael Thomas Te Arikirangi. In fact, we are descended from both Tamati & James.”
“Both of them? How?”
“You know the Scottish lady in the Great Hall?”
“That Diane lady?”
“Yes. Well, James here is her grandfather. Next time you look at her painting, look at her tartan, it’s the same as his.”
“Wow.” Both children gasped in amazement.
“In fact, children, let me show you something,” Michael led his children back out into the hallway & up to the door of the old study.
Just as he was about to open the door, Michael’s phone rang.
“Sorry, kids. I should take this.” He picked up the phone. “It’s Michael.”
“Michael, it’s Dunn. You got your Government laptop near you?”
Michael nodded. “Yes. It’s at Ashwell House. Is there something I need to see?”
“His Majesty the King would like to speak to you.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” He turned to his children. “I’m afraid we have to go. Something has come up. Come on, kids. Let’s go.”
“What about that thing you were going to show us?”
“I’ll show you guys one day. It’s not going anywhere.”

The Last Loyalist: Thursday

Saturday, 20 October 2029.

Michael was out in the garden looking at the cornflowers Sofia had planted yesterday, desperately trying to think of anything except the negotiations with Lewis Burton & the Conservatives.
So, Lewis doesn’t want to join the Government, they don’t want ministerial positions, they don’t want a coalition, & they’re not even demanding an arm & a leg to back us on confidence & supply. Their only bottom lines are some free speech laws, gun laws that look like they’ve had some thought put into them, & simplified taxes.
I thought they’d drive a harder bargain than that. I would have.
Foreign Policy will be a sticking point between us, I’m sure. They’re very much into kissing American ass, when I’m not even sure how long they’ll last. Personally, I was surprised that last year’s election even went ahead, after the chaos & mayhem since President Spencer’s impeachment, President Gonzalez’ assassination, President Perez’ removal, & the lame duck that has been the Miller presidency. I’m not sure how long they’ll last, & frankly, we shouldn’t be relying on them, or Australia for that matter.
We need to stand up for ourselves.
Thankfully the Conservatives are no slouch in the Defence department; I think Fraser will have a lot of common ground with them, even if Irina doesn’t.
Michael followed the path past the cornflowers into the old family chapel to check the Freeman banners.
It’s really weird, Michael thought to himself as he entered the chapel, I’ve hardly been in here since I converted. I think the last service I attended here was Grand-Uncle James’ funeral. I remembered that one because Dad got me to handle the banners.
Michael arrived at the banners encased in glass on the wall.
There were four of them, the oldest one, tatty, ragged, the colours faded, was the original banner, commissioned for Sir Henry Freeman after he was made a Knight Banneret by King Charles I.
Even as it is, it must be the only banner of its kind in New Zealand, perhaps in the whole of the Southern Hemisphere.
The second, two centuries younger & almost two centuries old, was made for retired Major Edward Freeman while Ashwell House was being built. One could tell it was a recreation, but it was still good, still able to fly.
We still use it sometimes, when the distant cousins like Mickey are here. I definitely remember it flying at the 150th Anniversary Reunion.
The other two banners were different though; two of Michael’s ancestors had married heraldic heiresses (of which one of them was Grandma), & as such different banners had to be commissioned for each. The third banner was for his grandfather, Captain William Freeman, an army officer & Vietnam War veteran whose mother Felicity Wycliffe had settled in New Zealand after World War I, & whose father had been a British Army colonel, & bought a home in Auckland, which eventually passed to his grand-aunt Diane, who needed it more as a judge. .
That banner was the one I used at Grand-Uncle James’ funeral.
The fourth banner combined Grandad’s arms with the five roses of the Holroyds of Westfield to make the arms of Dr George Freeman.
Dad’s banner. That reminds me: when I inherit, I’ll need to make my own banner to quarter Dad’s arms with Mum’s arms. I’d probably keep it in the House, though. It’d be weird to have it here.
Alex walked into the chapel to find his father. “Dad, they’ve announced the results.”

Michael entered the dining room to the whole Cabinet sitting there, as always led by Alfred & Irina.
This must be serious.
Alfred spoke up. “What are Lewis’ bottom lines?”
“Some better defined laws on free speech, gun reform & tax reform, all of the type of stuff they’ve been going on about for months, you know the stuff…”
“No more taxes on taxes,”
“Well, the Party Council & Caucus have received the offer, & have both agreed to support it.”
Really? I’m surprised, Michael thought, I know not everyone in the caucus like the Conservatives, but I guess no-one else is reaching out to us. “In that case, I believe we’ve got a government: our 56 plus their 10. How about the referendum?”
Alfred answered the question excitedly. “We won it 54%-46%. There won’t be a republic.”
What a relief. I still have a political career. “Awesome!”
Fraser interrupted Michael’s reserved attempt at jubilation. “Australia, on the other hand, will become a republic. A 59% majority for, with close votes in favour in Western Australia & South Australia. Queensland & Tasmania voted against.”
“That’s not surprising.” Not surprising at all, Michael thought to himself as he turned his eye to the painting of Sir Henry Freeman of Ashwell, the one that had been brought here from England.
We pulled it off. We defended the Monarchy.
And we won.

Present day (14 February 2030)

Michael had just walked into his office on Thursday morning, hot chocolate in hand & croissant in mouth. He entered the office to see several ministers standing in front of Michael’s desk. Alfred, Irina, Fraser & Rachel Cross, the Attorney-General, standing in front of the desk.
This isn’t a standard morning greeting. Then again, there haven’t been any this week.
Michael looked at them all, their expressions all concerned. “What’s happened?”
Alfred replied. “The King has dismissed Prime Minister Evans. The House of Commons has voted to recognise the Prince of Wales as King William V.”
Oh, crap. Westminster pushed the big red button. “And the Lords?”
Irina replied this time. “Expected to back it too, with a similar vote breakdown to the Abdication Bill.”
Fraser spoke up. “Worse yet, Andrew Marshall & Jennifer Anderson are co-sponsoring an Abdication Bill, & they want to force it into the House.”
Oh, crap. “Can they do it?”
Rachel answered. “They can, but only if they can get the Conservatives to back the bill. However, considering your statement from last night, you’d want them to oppose the bill, considering this a matter of confidence. Legally (& constitutionally) this matter is quite tricky. However, I think we can make it work.”
Michael looked over to Rachel. “I’m guessing that’s why you’re here, Rachel.”
Rachel nodded. “Far be it for me to question the legal reasoning of the legendary public law ace Michael Freeman, but yes, I’m here providing a legal opinion as Attorney-General.”
Michael smiled, remembering his university days. “You heard of me way back then?”
She nodded. “The partners at Morgan Connor were all thrilled at the prospect of the public law genius Michael Freeman joining their Wellington Office, & then you didn’t.”
That’s a very long & very complicated story. “Yes, well, that’s fine, Rachel. I could do with a second opinion. Everyone, please sit down. Don’t mind me & my breakfast.” The gathered ministers found places to sit down for their discussion.
“Where’s James?” Alfred asked.
“He’s a bit sick, I’m afraid. He’s still following this & he’s working from home.” Having answered his deputy, Michael turned to Irina. “Irina, would you please update us on the events? Things are moving fast, & honestly I’m a bit confused.”
Irina nodded. “Of course, Michael. A few days ago, Parliament passed an Abdication Bill after the King refused assent to a Press Regulation Bill. His Majesty refused assent, & so Parliament & the King have been caught in a stalemate that won’t be pretty. Among the Commonwealth Realms, most have taken Canada’s lead & passed acts recognising the Prince of Wales as their king. In that, our position of standing with the King is unique. After his dismissal as Prime Minister, Daniel Evans essentially stormed into Parliament & got them to instead pass resolutions recognising the Prince of Wales as King William V. This is not only creating a standoff between King & Parliament, but now also one between father & son.”
This could get grisly, Michael thought to himself. “Any news concerning the Prince?”
Irina shook her head. “The Prince of Wales is keeping quiet, but we are hearing reports that Parliament blindsided him in recognising him as King.”
“Any news about the military? I saw some of the protests yesterday, & I’m guessing they’re only getting worse.”
Fraser replied this time. “The entire Household Division is assembled outside Buckingham Palace. They’re guarding it & everyone inside around the clock on high alert…”
Alfred now took his turn. “…which is justified, considering that there are now massive protests, not only in London but throughout the United Kingdom: Birmingham, Manchester, York, Cardiff, Edinburgh, Glasgow, even in Belfast & Bristol. You name it, that place is experiencing some level of street protests. So far, 56 have died, 210 injured & thousands have been arrested. Most are calling for the King’s abdication, but a significant minority are supportive of His Majesty.”
“This isn’t going to be resolved easily, will it?”
Everyone shook their heads. Crap, Michael thought as he buried his head in his hands, this won’t end well.
If His Majesty stays, Parliament will continue to be hostile to him; in fact, they’ll just ignore him entirely. With most of the British press supporting Parliament, the King will soon stink of illegitimacy. On the other hand, if His Majesty abdicates, that dolt Daniel Evans & his cronies will have essentially pulled off treason against the King, such that I can’t ever imagine supporting.
I can’t be complicit in treason. I just can’t.
“Grab Lewis Burton. We need to kill the Opposition’s Abdication Bill.”

Every day this week, Parliament had been must watch television, & today was no different, especially now with Andrew Marshall & Jennifer Anderson both tag-teaming Michael on his support for the King. They even dedicated an urgent debate on the matter.
“Mr Speaker,” Andrew started the end of his speech, “The Prime Minister has made no secret of his support for the King against Parliament in the matters before us today, as King George VII tries to upend British democracy, & by extension New Zealand democracy, something that seems to be a secondary concern to the leader of the Democratic Party. Even as Parliament recognises the Prince of Wales as King & his father holds desperately to power with the help of the military, who are brutally suppressing thousands of protesters, the Prime Minister continues to stand firmly behind the King. This to me, Mr Speaker, raises a question, in fact it raises three: Firstly, just what will it take for the Prime Minister to come out against the King & uphold not only democracy, but the entire parliamentary system, secondly, what effect will the Prime Minister’s stubborn support of the King have on New Zealand’s relationship with the United Kingdom that has more or less overthrown him, & lastly, but certainly not least, are these actions giving the Prime Minister any ideas on how to deal with his own opposition?” With that, the Leader of the Opposition sat down to applause from his side.
Interesting speech, Michael thought to himself, He’s trying to box me in as a wannabe dictator supporting the overthrow of democracy. That, of course, is the fundamental divide between us. He holds up democracy as if it’s an end in & of itself, whereas I see it only as a tool, as a means to achieve an end.
Michael stood to speak. “Mr Speaker, I would like to open my speech by answering the three questions posed by the honourable gentleman opposite. To the first question, my loyalty lies with, & has always lain with, to say in Latin, Deus, Rex, et Patria – in illo ordine, that is of course, God, King & Country – in that order. All other loyalties I have, even that which I have as Leader of the Democratic Party, are subject to these three loyalties, including my loyalty to values such as ‘democracy’ & to Parliaments, whether in Westminster or, indeed, here. I have been open about this the whole time; the members of the Opposition shouldn’t now try & paint me as some wannabe Mussolini because I don’t worship systems or abstracts like they do, because my loyalties are a lot simpler than theirs &, dare I say, old-fashioned.
“To the honourable leader’s second question, I have received reports from our High Commissioner in London that the Prime Minister, Daniel Evans, has increasingly become frustrated with New Zealand’s refusal to join his angry mob. In fact, he has accused me of having a personal vendetta against him for the United Kingdom’s involvement in last year’s spying scandal, a premise I find dubious, if not hilarious. In any case, my British counterpart is accusing me of essentially the same things that the honourable members opposite are accusing me of, & it seems that the British Prime Minister can’t grasp that we on the other side of the world can not only be loyal to the King in the face of opposition in the British Parliament, but I believe that he is furious at us Ministers of His Majesty’s Government in New Zealand & at me especially because we, alone of all the fifteen-or-so Commonwealth Realms, have stood up to him. I’m guessing that this won’t bode well for relations with the United Kingdom, but if I’m going to be honest I don’t care, as to me truth has always mattered exponentially more than expedience & pragmatism, & in this situation the truth is that standing in support of not only the King himself against would-be revolutionaries but also in support of the principles of legitimate government represented by the Crown. To me, this matters more than the expedience & pragmatism represented by standing in solidarity with a British Parliament that recognises the Prince of Wales as King.
“Finally, to answer the honourable member’s final question, I will say no, I do not derive any sort of inspiration from actions taken in the United Kingdom against the protestors. To that, I have noticed the rather mediocre nature of their counterparts here in New Zealand, the usual protestor types. I do however find it awfully sad that His Majesty is in the position that he’s relying on the military to maintain not only order but also the King’s Peace, something they should never be relied upon to preserve except as a last resort. I guess this speaks to the desperate state the United Kingdom is in.
“In conclusion, going forward a lot of our future relationship with the United Kingdom relies on the outcome of events in London. We have made our position clear, abundantly clear; we will, like everyone else, wait on events to play out. There has been speculation, naturally, on the actions of the Prince of Wales in regard to these events, what reaction His Royal Highness will make to his recognition as King by the Parliaments of all the Realms except New Zealand. I would not give this Government’s position now, but I personally would hold the Prince of Wales in a dim light if His Royal Highness were to join Parliament in overthrowing his father. In such a light, giving sanction to unthinkable acts, it will force us to confront things we don’t want to confront.”
“Like becoming a republic?” Jennifer Anderson interjected, in a heckling manner.
No, you idiot. “No, Ms Anderson. I can guarantee the honourable member for Mount Albert that in nowise will we on this side of the House ever contemplate the overthrow of His Majesty King George VII of New Zealand, let alone become a republic, something I opposed tooth & nail only last year against the likes of the honourable leaders opposite & was willing to end my political career opposing. To us, such actions are unthinkable.” With that, he sat down.
This will be a long week. I’m so lucky it’s Thursday. I really need to go home.

“Are you ready, Sofia?”
Sofia appeared at the entrance of the Bolton in a sunhat & a white day dress with daffodils on the front, the hat covering her auburn hair & shielding her sky blue eyes from the glare of the summer afternoon Sun.
Sofia has a lot of dresses with flowers, Michael thought to himself, knowing her, this is awfully casual. Of course, her ‘casual’ is most people’s ‘outrageously formal’.
Not that I mind, of course; it’s really beautiful.
“We’ll be taking the government car to the airport, darling. Your parents will be borrowing my car for the weekend.”
She nodded. “That’s fine. I have something to tell you, Michael. I’m pregnant.”
Pregnant? Did I hear that correctly? “You’re pregnant?”
Sofia nodded, as he could see the government car come into view.
That’s wonderful, that’s amazing. Our seventh child. The ultimate Valentine’s Day gift. “That’s wonderful! That’s amazing!” With that, Michael kissed his wife outside the hotel entrance as the government car pulled up to take them to the airport.

The “National” Party: A Brief Autopsy & More Questions About “The Right” in General

The 2020 election was, to put it mildly, a massive disaster for National.

The comprehensive hiding they received at the hands of the Jacinda Ardern-led Labour Party is their second worst result ever, only outdone by their horrendous 2002 result. What makes this defeat particularly spectacular is their (admittedly narrow) loss in both of Northland’s General Electorates, Whangarei & Northland, both seats that are such safe National seats that Whangarei hasn’t been lost to them since a one-term defeat in 1972, & Northland (which happens to be my electorate), an area whose electorates have a storied tradition of voting for minor non-Labour parties such as New Zealand First, Social Credit & even the old Country Party, has returned a Labour MP for the first time since 1938, when Charles Boswell was elected MP for Bay of Islands (coincidentally also with a margin of 163 votes). In both cases this is only the second time ever that Labour has won these seats. Even Rangitata was not a surprise to this extent; containing Timaru (a notorious Labour stronghold) & being an electorate prone to swings (its predecessor electorate Aoraki was held by Labour between 1996 & 2005). In addition, their majorities in Invercargill & Rotorua were each less than 1000 (224 & 825 votes respectively), both seats that I personally would have expected to flip, & may have been saved by the recent boundary changes (at least Invercargill, anyway. I fully expected Invercargill to flip to Labour as it would be much easier at least theoretically to take it with no National incumbent to defend it. I’ve put their retention of the seat down to Invercargill gaining probable National-friendly bits of western Southland around Tuatapere).

All in all, it’s an embarrassing result for them. Even compared to the relatively recent standards set by the Labour Party of the last decade, this result is horrible. It’s worse than Labour’s 2011 result under Phil Goff & only 0.45% better than Labour’s 2014 result under David Cunliffe. Of course it’s made all the worse facing a Labour Party that received the first absolute majority of the vote in 69 years, an utterly demoralising sight.

It’s at this point that I would like to say that this is just National hitting their rock bottom, & that with the right amount of soul searching & making of amends, they can begin to travel the road to redemption. We all know they need it – they need the arrogance smashed out of them, & if this wasn’t it, I don’t know what is. The thing is, & I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I think they don’t deserve to return. As I see it, National, like Labour, is a rotten corpse kept alive by political inertia, except at least Labour has had some life galvanised into it for a time, until they come to the autumn of their governmental life cycle.

And that’s the problem, or one for another time.

Another thing that is brought up by many, especially on the conservative end of what qualifies as The Right in this country, is the apparent infiltration of liberals & progressives into the National Party, thus drifting it more to the left with each election. They’re probably right. What is not understood, however, is that such tension has always been the case within the National Party; after all, it is but a merger of the former United (itself formerly the old Liberal Party) & Reform parties. One can still see the tensions between them today, of course. I empathise of course with the folks who claim that National is a conservative party, or at least ought to be so, but that is a claim that I dispute, for there may be conservatives within National, but I believe that National is not a conservative party & in fact never has been. Here’s an illustration of such, National’s founding principles:

“To promote good citizenship and self-reliance; to combat communism and socialism; to maintain freedom of contract; to encourage private enterprise; to safeguard individual rights and the privilege of ownership; to oppose interference by the State in business, and State control of industry”

Now, I don’t find much particularly reprehensible here, especially not in the realm of an anti-Labour, anti-socialist ideology. However, as a conservative ideology, it just simply isn’t one. Even looking at National’s political ancestors, you will not find anything remotely conservative:

  • The United Party: the former Liberal Party, ie by its very definition you won’t find conservatism there
  • The Reform Party: also not conservatives at all, but individualist classical liberals who are in fact the ancestors of the “individual responsibility, small government” folks. Reform was also differentiated by being more stridently anti-socialist than the Liberals, who in their eyes were becoming too friendly with the nascent Labour Party.

I say again: as a conservative party with a conservative ideology, it leaves so much to be desired that it is basically nothing. In fact, I would argue that not only is this, defined as such, not conservatism, but I would argue that real historic conservatism has never existed in New Zealand, the child of the Victorian era, & shaped by liberal individualism in the most part since the beginning, & that such conditions are basically stony ground for real conservatism. In fact, even the New Conservative Party fits comfortably into this sort of “conservatism”, of what I like to call “refried classical liberalism”, further confirming the foreignness of historic, more traditional conservatism to New Zealand.

I find it rather sad.

I find it sad because I find myself becoming more of a traditional conservative & I know that I will never have a political home in this country, as the so-called “Right” in New Zealand is a repudiation of my views. In fact, I honestly feel that in embracing more traditional conservatism, I am essentially rejecting the overwhelmingly liberal history & even identity of New Zealand.

To some extent, it tears me up.

I believe that traditional conservatism of the kind that I embrace, is fundamentally foreign to New Zealand:

  • Traditional conservatism is generally underpinned by a deep religious faith, which is basically impossible in one of the most irreligious societies on Earth.
  • Tradition & custom of the kind that supports a traditional conservative worldview simply don’t exist here in New Zealand, & whatever survived the journey here from Britain was purged out through generations of liberal indoctrination.
  • Even the mention of hierarchy is heavily frowned upon in New Zealand, supposedly from the beginning a bastion of egalitarianism. This blinds us to the reality that the elite is present in all human societies, & what has happened instead is that in the place of priests, warriors & people we have academics, oligarchs & the brainwashed masses. This, combined with the partisanship that serves as a proxy for class conflict, ensures the division that prevents the community from coming together as a whole.
  • Even in a romanticised form, it is impossible for people to have a proper attachment to the countryside when only around 1 in 10 lives there, & especially when around 1 in 3 lives in one city particularly unsuited for reasons of its geography for massive expansion (Auckland).
  • A New Zealander with an education even resembling anything classical has always been extremely rare, & is increasingly so nowadays, & anyone who has been educated in such a manner is considered a snob by the mass of degenerates who have never known anything else but the rotten so-called “culture” they & their ancestors have consumed for generations. Even a New Zealander who somewhat appreciates high culture will find slim pickings here, & will also be subject to merciless ridicule.
  • The nature of fluid population movements mean that it is a rare New Zealander who is able to have roots in an area & genuinely love their community. I guess that’s pretty difficult when New Zealand has one of the most centralised governments in the world, where essentially all important decisions are made in Wellington, meaning we are all in many ways dependent on the capital.

To be honest, it makes me cry sometimes to know how hostile New Zealand’s very identity is to traditional conservatism (ie real conservatism) & essentially how impossible it is for such to even take root here. That, I believe, is one of the fundamental problems of New Zealand politics: with the entire political spectrum lodged firmly within different shades of liberalism, to the point where even the so-called “conservatives” are in fact liberals, I’ve essentially found myself holding two thoughts simultaneously:

  1. New Zealand is too rotten; it can’t be “saved” because it was born rotten & decadent, &
  2. New Zealand is my home; despite its faults, despite its fundamental errors, it’s my home. I can’t leave for anywhere else; it’s not only my home, but also for all my ancestors for at least 6 generations. I can’t go back to Britain & say I’m home; I won’t be. New Zealand is my home, & I will defend her with all that I am.

I don’t know a way out. Maybe you might.

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