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If Churches Are Optional, So Is the Tax Break

Here’s a simple question New Zealand keeps tip-toeing around:
If going to church is optional, why isn’t paying tax?
We don’t have to believe. We don’t have to attend. We don’t have to tithe. Religion, in 2026 New Zealand, is a choice — just like golf, yoga, sailing, CrossFit, home brewing, vintage tractors, or competitive sourdough.
And yet somehow, when those optional belief systems morph into highly profitable commercial empires — cereal, hummus, jet boats, childcare chains, kiwifruit, seafood, health products — we collectively agree to look the other way while the tax bill vanishes.
Let’s be clear: Running a church is fine. Believing in God is fine.
Selling Weet-Bix, hummus, milk alternatives, jet-boat rides, and exporting kiwifruit while paying no company tax is not a spiritual act. It’s commerce.
If your organisation competes directly with businesses that do pay tax, then congratulations — you’re not a charity, you’re a player. And players pay their way.
Hobbies don’t get tax exemptions.
Book clubs don’t. Surf clubs don’t. Model train enthusiasts don’t. Fantasy football leagues don’t.
And none of them claim divine exemption while building nine-figure balance sheets.
If churches want to be treated differently, then belief would need to be compulsory. It isn’t. The state doesn’t require faith, attendance, or obedience. So the state shouldn’t subsidise belief systems through permanent tax holidays — especially when they’ve quietly become some of the country’s most successful conglomerates.
Charity should be about helping people — not outperforming competitors because the IRD is politely excluded.
MEGA’s position is brutally simple: Same market. Same rules. Same tax.
Believe what you like. Sell what you like.
But if you’re making money in New Zealand — welcome to the invoice. 

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We are on fire!

MEGA MEAT ALERT (but calm down)
Did you know Brooke — our local meat-axe at Eastbourne Quality Meats — is quietly becoming a media star?
While the rest of the internet argues about air fryers, Brooke is out there racking up mega views on YouTube, calmly showing people how to actually prepare meat properly. No nonsense. No influencer fluff. Just sharp knives, solid advice, and cuts that behave the way they’re supposed to.
We’ve added a handy button so you can check it out yourself.
Warning: you may never look at supermarket meat the same way again.

MEGA WELCOME: SNIPS, FADES & LIFE RETURNS TO A SHOPFRONT
A small miracle on Rimu Street:
a retail space that’s been empty for years has finally decided to do something useful.
Welcome to Bula Barbers — Eastbourne’s newest (and much-needed) barbershop, now open and bringing proper haircuts back into the village. Fades, tapers, beard trims, classic cuts, kids, adults, the lot. No drama, no weird mirrors, no experimental nonsense.
It’s modern, relaxed, affordable, open seven days, and — crucially — you can just walk in like it’s still a normal world.
New business. Old shop revived. Sharp heads all round.
Good to see Eastbourne looking tidy again.

MEGA TIP OF THE CONE
Credit where it’s due: the Four Square Eastbourne crew have done something rare, clever, and genuinely summery.
By turning part of the store into Scooptopia, they’ve nailed the obvious-but-brilliant move — more ice cream, more scoops, more toppings, more reasons to pop in. It’s entrepreneurial, it’s fun, and it understands the local summer crowd perfectly.
Smart thinking. Cold hands. Warm community vibes.
Well played, lads and ladesses.


Welcome to 2026: the year New Zealand politely queues for answers while the rest of the world live-streams chaos.
Yes, there’s an election in November. No, we won’t know the result on the night. Special votes will roll in, pundits will panic, coalitions will wobble, and the phrase “too close to call” will get another workout. No party cracks 40%, so maths — not manifestos — decides the outcome.
Christopher Luxon spends the year doing what National leaders traditionally do best: keeping things steady, sounding vaguely grown-up, and quietly benefiting from voters who’d quite like the country to calm down a bit. National isn’t flashy, but in a jittery world, that’s increasingly the point.
Chris Hipkins struggles to remain competent, careful, and earnest — still stuck explaining the past while voters are looking for the next chapter. Labour circles, recalibrates, and waits for a moment that may or may not come.
And then there’s Winston Peters — still alive, still relevant, still turning up precisely when everyone swore he wouldn’t. Like a political cicada, he emerges right on schedule, feeding on chaos and attention.
Meanwhile, a brief moment of silence:
RIP the Māori Party and the Greens.
Not gone, but fading — stuck shouting at the margins while voters quietly move on.
One party, however, keeps climbing: ACT.
Clear messaging, ideological confidence, and a growing base that quite likes things being said plainly. Whether people agree or not, they’re listening.
Hovering over everything, like a global noise machine?
Trump. Again.
The US election dominates headlines, timelines, and group chats, reminding New Zealanders exactly why political stability suddenly feels attractive. Compared to that circus, our coalition negotiations start to look almost soothing.
Back home, policy movement is… deliberate. Health, transport, housing and infrastructure inch forward under overworked ministries. Councils stay broke. Water pipes stay leaky. No miracles, but no implosions either.
The economy doesn’t roar, but it doesn’t fall over. Growth is modest, budgets are tight, and governments of any colour have to choose pragmatism over fantasy.
Defence spending nudges upward. Alignment with Australia deepens. Senior politicians reshuffle, retire, or quietly line up their exits.
Bottom line?
No landslides.
No revolutions.
Plenty of waiting — but also a sense that boring might actually be good right now.
In a world shouting itself hoarse, 2026 might just reward the people who keep their voices down.


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MEGA 2025 ROUND-UP: Wellington’s Greatest Hits (Mostly Self-Inflicted)


As 2025 limped to the finish line, Wellington did what it does best: handed out awards to itself for messing things up, with the occasional accidental success thrown in for balance.
Top honours for Worst Political Campaign went to the Greens, who managed the rare feat of confusing voters, irritating allies, and tripping over their own messaging simultaneously. A campaign so tangled it didn’t need opponents — it self-destructed quite efficiently.
The Local Body Stupidity category was fiercely contested. Standout moments included security failures at major events, councils undercharging for large-scale activities, and bureaucratic decisions that looked impressive on paper and catastrophic in reality. Wellington remains world-class at complexity without results.
In Budget Blowouts, Wellington Water took a commanding lead. Massive cost overruns, spiralling budgets, and enough international ridicule to turn leaking pipes into a global comedy export. Infrastructure, but make it embarrassing.
There were also plenty of non-events — big announcements that fizzled, meetings that achieved nothing, and moments that mattered mainly because nothing actually happened. Civic inertia continues to be one of the capital’s most reliable services.
Amid the wreckage, a rare bright spot: Ken Laban’s mayoral victory, notable precisely because it was calm, competent, and didn’t collapse mid-sentence. In Wellington terms, that’s a landslide success.
Christopher Luxon picked up points for excellent political timing — largely by staying upright while others face-planted. Sometimes the smartest move really is letting your opponents do the work for you.

Bottom line:
Plenty of cock-ups.
A few comebacks.
Endless process.
Occasional competence
.
MEGA Says - Wellington remains the city where satire isn’t written — it’s scheduled. 

Government Proudly Announces 
 It's Not Using AI (Typed Using AI)

In a stunning display of confidence, Cabinet has confirmed it is absolutely not using AI — while surrounded by software quietly finishing sentences, summarising emails, and gently asking if it can “help improve clarity”.
This position is known as Strategic Denial with Autocomplete.
Ministers assure us they don’t use artificial intelligence in their official roles. They merely use Microsoft products that suggest wording, organise thoughts, prioritise tasks, rewrite drafts, and flag inconsistencies. That’s not AI, obviously. That’s just… modern stationery.
Behind the scenes, departments are rolling out “approved AI tools” at scale. There are policies explaining how not to trust them, training sessions explaining how not to rely on them, and disclaimers explaining how not to admit you used them. Whether AI-generated material counts as “official information” remains undecided, which is handy, because it means no one has to answer for it yet. 
In parallel, the public is being told to future-proof their livelihoods. Office workers are advised to upskill, retrain, diversify, and possibly learn plumbing. Tradespeople, meanwhile, discover they’re the new elite, as AI continues to struggle with spanners, pipes, and crawling under houses.

So let’s recap:
• AI is everywhere
• No one is using it
• Everyone is benefiting from it
• And nobody is responsible for it

It’s a bold strategy.
The government wants the efficiency of AI, the deniability of ignorance, and the optics of caution — all at once. A classic Wellington trifecta.

Meanwhile, workers are told to adapt now, even as institutions insist they’re still “looking into it”.
Rest easy, New Zealand.
The future is being carefully managed.

By people who swear they didn’t ask the computer to help. 

MEGA NOTE:
Spot the Beach, Miss the Reality

A small reality check for Stuff, who somehow managed to frame Days Bay / Eastbourne as bleak — using a single windy Christmas moment — while quietly ignoring the rest of the actual summer.

Yes, the photo shows people rugged up at the beach.
Yes, that’s normal here.
No, it doesn’t define the season.

What didn’t make the cut:
Over the same period Eastbourne and Days Bay had stunning blue-sky days, the biggest beach crowds in the region, packed cafés, no carparks, and the kind of traffic jams that only happen when everyone’s heading seaside at once.

Locals know the rhythm. One breezy day doesn’t cancel out a run of cracker summer weather. Windbreaks and layers aren’t misery — they’re Wellington competence.

Stuff saw one photo and reached for a mood.
We lived the rest of the summer.

Same beach. Very different story.

MEGA NOTE:
Funding Secured for Advanced C-Word Analysis
Reassuring news from academia: public money has been safely allocated to the formal evaluation of the C-word.
Panels assembled. Context weighed. Feelings calibrated. The nation’s linguistic temperature taken — all to determine whether deploying a single, blunt Anglo-Saxon syllable really captured the mood.
And yes, it did.
While plumbers, nurses and ratepayers get on with life, universities proved once again they can turn raw public frustration into a multi-step intellectual exercise, complete with judging criteria, cultural framing, and a certificate at the end.
To be clear: this wasn’t about policy, outcomes, or fixing anything.
This was about the C-word as an academic artefact — analysed, ranked, and archived for future theses titled Profanity as Democratic Expression, 2025.
Comforting to know that when people snap, swear, and vent, someone, somewhere, is being paid to write it up.
Money well spent.
The C-word has been processed.
 

MEGA CUT: Thanks Ruth, Door’s That Way

Every so often, New Zealand politics gets haunted by a former finance minister emerging from the past, waving a spreadsheet and reminding us how tough they once were.
This week’s apparition: Ruth Richardson, explaining — again — that everyone else is weak, the “middle way” is an illusion, and only her era understood fiscal reality.

Noted. Logged. Archived.

Here’s the problem: this isn’t 1990. The economy isn’t the same, the world isn’t the same, and voters aren’t interested in relitigating ideological wars fought with overhead projectors and fax machines. Experience is useful; nostalgia dressed up as inevitability is not.
Enter Nicola Willis, who is actually doing the job — in the present tense. She’s dealing with real budgets, real constraints, real politics, and real consequences, not writing op-eds from the comfort of historical certainty. That matters.
Willis doesn’t need lectures from ex-politicians who already had their turn, made their mark, and now insist history must endlessly validate them. The country isn’t crying out for reruns. It’s asking for competence, restraint, and decisions that fit now, not 35 years ago.
By all means, contribute to the archive. Write a memoir. Do a podcast. Give a speech to people who already agree with you.

But stop pretending today’s leaders are obligated to perform reverence.

Politics moves on. So should its ghosts.
Nicola Willis is governing in reality.
Ruth Richardson is arguing with history.
Only one of those pays the bills. 

The Shared Pathway (Now Featuring Confusion)

We were told it was a shared pathway. What we got was a live infrastructure experiment.
A few questions the community keeps asking — loudly, repeatedly, and without answers:
• Where exactly are you meant to pull over in an emergency when the route is lined with dragon-teeth concrete curbs and almost no breaks?
• Why are there at least seven different fence designs, all different heights, like a catalogue of rejected options?
• Why are there multiple coloured strips painted on the pathway with no explanation of what any of them mean?
• Why does the surface change so often — smooth, rough, ribbed, patched — as if each bay had its own project manager?
• Why are most bus stops not recessed, meaning buses still stop traffic anyway?
• Why do pathways carefully detour around trees, but not around bus stops?
• Why has this taken so long to complete?
• Why is traffic management chaotic, inconsistent, and constantly changing?
• Why is there an ugly yellow patch dumped outside the Hut in Lowry Bay?
• Why do some bays get stairs, others get ramps, all in completely different styles?
• Where is the Days Bay Design and Plan? It was there then disappeared.
• And the big one: how much is this costing — and is it still in budget?
This isn’t anti-cycle.
It’s pro-logic.
If you’re going to reshape the coastline, people deserve clarity, consistency, and answers — not a scavenger hunt of design decisions.
Shared path?
Let’s start with shared information.
 

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