Ko te moana e tangi ana. Ko ngā rangatahi e tū ana. Ko te kaupapa e tipu ana. The coast is crying. The rangatahi are standing. The kaupapa is growing.
"Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au." - I am the river, the river is me.
TE WHAKAPAPA O TE KAIPUPURI TOTO
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He mea tārai e te ringa raupā — carved by the hands of the oppressed. While the coloniser reshuffles his deck of thieves, Aotearoa sharpens its taiaha.
Kia ora ano Aotearoa! Good Friday. 1:37 pm. A phone rings. On the other end: Sean Plunket of The Platform New Zealand — a man who has built a media enterprise on anti-Māori narratives, Treaty denialism, and the slow, deliberate erosion of rangatiratanga — calling to inform me he wants to
Mōrena ano Aotearoa, Ko wai rātou? Who are these men? Three men. Three interlocking roles in a single machine built to erase Māori from New Zealand's political and cultural life. Sean Plunket — the broadcaster. The voice. The man who sat in a studio on 22 July 2025 and
Mōrena Aotearoa, Ka tū, ka oho — the taiaha points north, toward Wellington, toward the bureaucratic fortress they call the Social Investment Agency. This is not a neutral institution. This is Nicola Willis's passion project, built on Bill English's rotting ideology, now exposed for what it truly
They didn't forget to fill the tank. They drained it on purpose — and charged the driver.
They closed the refinery, handed the paddles to the corporations, put Hipkins in charge of watching the horizon — and called the drowning "energy resilience."
White Supremacy
Let's start with the facts, because apparently in New Zealand sports media facts are optional.