Paul Henry in Retrospect

For those of you who have been living under a rock in recent times, popularly politically incorrect TV morning show host Paul Henry got under fire in the recent weeks for a couple of 'racist' comments. Here he asks the prime minister if we'll get a Governor General who looks and sounds like a Kiwi (current one is an Indian), and here, he has a laugh about an Indian top-dog called "Sheila Dikshit." No big deal, right? Oh no, very wrong. Big hoopla. He succumbed to the pressure of his elites and quit during his two-week stand-down.

I've been tracking the snowstorm these comments have produced, and it's not pretty (or consistent). The butt-hurt is strong with this one.

Apparently, if you're Indian, and if a large proportion of the Indian-named Youtube comments/plus an Indian TV shows debating whether Paul Henry should be sacked, are to be consistent with the feelings of mainstream Indians (only 30% possess toilets, mind you, hence the great irony of the name), the anti-white sentiment is being imbibed freely, with gems including comparing the comments to how WWI started, how the white race is coming to an end, and general threats against Paul and his mother.

Of course, our Kiwi and our Western liberal comrades came to the pathetic rescue, apologising profusely, distancing themselves as representatives of the "people", and scorning the man, while simultaneously doing the metaphorical equivalent of kneeling down and licking up spittle of their would-be foreign appease-ees. Thanks for jumping on board, fellas.

But the real icing on the cake is the sheer irony that India thinks it can bestow and condemn any other nation for racism, when it practices its own ancient, supposedly "modernised" discrimination in its own home, with the caste system. More closer to home, a white looking girl joined a Miss India NZ beauty contest, and was given abuse by a crowd for "...not looking Indian enough." Overall, it seems the whites are meant to take on collective guilt, and Indians are to take on collective amnesia, for the past and present.

We have taken on a collective Western identity culture, where we hold ourselves up to the highest level of critique, and bestow upon our enemies the encouragement and sponsorship to hone in and exploit that self-flagellation, like ravenous, rabies-ridden canines.  And the individualist corporatist elites incharge, the ones who ultimately control people like Henry's pay cheque, they make the call to sell us down the river and singularly focus on profit: Don't rock the boat, it's full of money. Of course, New Zealand is still in the early stages, the fact like people like Henry can even exist without being assaulted by far-left thugs is a strong indication of that.

This problem is a twin-headed beast of: Cultivation of a foreign entitlement-complex, self-flagellating enabling of a multiculturalist dream, and that we focus on stupid, non-issues like this in our media. A mass-made vehicle for bread and circuses to keep the mind off of the issues of importance. The failure of the New Delhi Commonwealth games, for one.