Age of consent

"Don't tell the kids their social faults. They will cure their faults and never forgive you." Logan Smith.

I'm so disgusted. I can't even breath harshly. I don't know what game the New Zealand
Government is playing. From the depths of preposterousness they decided that the age of
sexual consent should be lowered from sixteen to twelve. But only for kids in that category. For example, a twelve-year-old girl can bonk a boy providing he's not more than two years
older. But as a pensioner I would be subject to even harsher penalties than now. I could bonk with a sixteen-year-old but not younger. That's discrimination against the elderly. Apart from lacking the energy I'm getting too old for knee tremblers behind the bike shed. But that's not the point. I'm being denied my civil liberties because of age and lack of suitable bikes.

Twelve years of age is far too young for today's kids to indulge sex. I had to wait until I was
nearly fifteen before I was asked to pump up the tyre on a bike without a crossbar. If I
remember correctly, and one must be politically correct, she was thirteen and her name meant most obliging wench with extended handlebars. Her religious intentions were goodness personified and she knew how to ring the church bell. My momentous personification initiation happened in her parent's lounge. My knees and elbows got carpet burns. It was long before television arrived. I was so disgusted, I only allowed her to ring the bell six times. Nobody had phones in those days so I couldn't ring my dad to come to the rescue. I got so fed up with bell ringing every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday morning when her parents were at church, I was tickled pink when they moved away about six months after she had the twins. They were noisy damn things and leaked everywhere.

Enough depravity of youth. The proposed law is immoral and could make young ladies fat. Obesity is quite a problem with today's teenage girls. The only exercise they get is leering at the goggle box and hanging around local malls. The rest of their time is spent playing
computer games. Old-fashioned bells have been upgraded to beeps and violent stick games with knobs on the top. They lack the sense of propriety that my generation possessed when Peter Sellers and Spike Milligan were on the steam radio.

What on earth possessed the politicians to consider such a law? It doesn't make sense. It's monumentally preposterous. Then again, they never seem to utilise old-fashioned
commonsense. Today is about grabbing money and then they say we're better off than the old days. I'm dammed if I know how they work that out. If they took $1 before and demand $10 now, how can we be better off? We're $9 behind the eightball. In addition, the cost of living has sky rocketed. There didn't use to be much before but poverty in Godzone is now wide spread. So much for the market economy and greed inspired profit.

But I have a certain amount of sympathy for today's kids. The education standards are sliding backwards. Decent jobs are almost impossible to find. Many have to venture offshore to earn a living and most women wait until their thirties to have 1.4 children. In my day there was no unemployment. One could leave a well-paid job and get another in ten minutes. One could afford a reasonable standard of living and Tiki Tour the world if desired. Marriage was traditional and kids were the inevitable result. There was no such thing as illegal drug usage but today it's commonplace. Kids are kicked out of school for being stoned and selling synthetic drugs such as 'P' to each other.

The police have been relegated from fighting crime to little more than revenue collectors
hounding harmless motorists. There's an idiotic law banning smoking in bars coming into
force shortly. Now it appears that twelve-year-old girls are encouraged to have sex on the
lounge carpet. What on earth is the world coming too? What happened to old-fashioned
morality? Bring back the good old days.