Nero?s clones

It's time we stopped thinking of Auckland as the centre of the known universe, its inhabitants having their collective fingers on the pulse of life. I've come to a grave realisation: middle managers, lawyers, marketers and accountants have hijacked the world. These grey, uninteresting men, and women, have repressed imagination and excitement. I blame the nerds who created this state of affairs. That's not to say all nerds are bad. The computer nerd uses a language that's beyond most people, but is generally harmless and can fix your computer when it crashes. Stereo nerds buy stereos to play with, not listen to music, so no need to call the council noise abatement officer at 2am. A car nerd knows everything about a Nissan R34 GT-R, but wouldn't be seen dead howling his Toyota Starlet around the streets at night. What scares me are the social engineering nerds who fiddle while all around burns itself to the ground. These are scary people, namely politicians, academics and bureaucrats. They love change for change's sake, to fix things that aren't broken. Hopefully, someone will find the reset button, push it, and we can all take a deep breath and go back to our Jafa navel-gazing.