In her speech to the United Nations, our dear leader Jacinda Ardern said the following: "Our globalised, borderless world asks us to be guardians not just for our people, but for all people."
As I write this, it has just been revealed that the remains of 2,246 aborted babies were found in the home of an Indiana abortionist. It's estimated that he killed over fifty thousand babies in his career.
Liam Hehir, Stuff's token moderate, has decided to call it quits. His reasons are fairly noble: he wants to spend more time with his family and having to write a weekly column is too much pressure.
The government is remaining tight-lipped on how well the gun confiscation programme is going. They release the total figure of firearms purchased to date, but 15,276 firearms means nothing without some context.
It was the first week of June when my friend Jesse Anderson tragically took his own life. We had been creating the Right Minds Podcast together for nearly three months, meeting most Tuesday nights to have dinner, chat, plan, and record.
The government has announced that it plans to introduce reforms to New Zealand's abortion law reforms. This is an emotive topic, and it's not one I particularly want to write about, but I cannot in all good conscience remain silent on the issue. From the outset, let me make my position clear: I am ...
I've written on Folau twice. First during the minor skirmish with the anti-Christian media last year, and then I covered it a second time during the opening salvo of this new war. I genuinely expected things to die down.
Death and taxes, they say, are the two unavoidable facts of existence. But taxes can be avoided if you sleep in Albert Park and play the bongo drums for spare change outside McDonald's. Death, on the other hand, comes for us all.
About a year ago I drafted an obituary for the ACT Party. I didn't publish it, but with all the flailing about and bizarre antics Seymour was doing trying to stay relevant while being dead in the polls, I thought it was about time to write them off.
A year and a half out from the cannabis referendum and the air is thick with pot-head panegyrics to the delights of Mary Jane. Well I’m here to tell you the dope fiends have got it wrong. It’s almost as if their minds have been befuddled.
