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I totally agree with u neo...Its again another evidence that a good number of our leaders are thinking of their pockets and not the country. I am even ashamed to say that they are the leaders of this good nation...I think we shud have a general performance rating online for the public to scrutinize/rate members according to their decision making and actions. Shud keep them on their toes and be more productive/accountable for this country. I acknowledge that their are a few good men in the House but that's what the numbers game do, the majority rules whether in sickness or health, wrong or right. We will have to wait patiently until their expiry date comes into play. No wonder Australia is kicking us around like this...i don't blame them...its what the so called leaders have lead the flock into...The IQ level in the house is so low, so a foreigner thinks thats how we are at large....2mas nao!

May be we should have an IQ test for politicians.. Thinking about it.. it's somewhat scary that the politicians coming up with all the wrong choices are the supposedly high IQ individuals ganged together.
Just might be a sensible option to have an IQ test that approves politicians with the lowest IQ's into parliament. After all, intelligent politicians will be more interested in the coins that fall into their pockets more that spendings on national interest.
At least these low IQ guys will listen to the people and more importantly be genuine..

I suppose the wife who is legally married to Mr MP will be the beneficiary? I know a lot of other jobs whose nature requires husband (or wife ) absense and sacrifice by the other party as Mr Sasako so narrow mindedly attributed only to MP's wifes. The Doctors Nurses, Police Officers, heck! even the security guards do not have the affordability to play with and pamper their wifes and kids.
However now that our government has shown us that it is a considerate government.. that it values spousal support and is willing to give a token of appreciation, I am sure the next stage is the identification of all similar nature jobs and the application of this same token to the correct spouses.
What the hell. Lets give it across the board to all public servants.. and while we are at it.. why not have the government do the same to private company employees who keep our country running by working those od shifts.
I salute our current leaders for the compassion they are willing to demonstrate.. starting with their relatives and soon to lead on to all our other good hard working folks.
I'm glad my spouse understands the slight delay but as the saying goes.. better late than never!!

i still want Fred Fono to qualify why this action does not require the quick intervention? He is so quiet!

sore hola. a seem pastor emulating christ like is caught off guard when it comes to $.

Interesting to read that the PM was not aware or at least cannot control the PEC entitlement propositions until it reaches parliament and is a hot issue in the country. When asked recently he said he was not aware. The country is under his control, shouldn't he know or be advised prior to others about any decisions that will affect the national economy?
The govt is more concern about spending that govt forgot to focus on raising income to the country. They are wasting more time debating the PEC entitlement, seeking legal advice, and Setting up CDO's for disbursement of RCDF, allocating funds for their budget that they forgot about where and how to generate national income for all these spendings.
What happen to Solomon Taiyo? How do we compare Soltai now with those healthy past years? What about the Cattle industry in the past and the rice plantation that was swept away by cyclone Namu? Why do the proposed Oil palm projects on Malaita take so long to implement? What about copra & cocoa exports? Has there been any development to assist the rural people with this? What about our local products (lyla soap, biscuits, etc...) Why shouldnt we promote and protect our local industries? If PNG can produce all those different types of biscuits and export them to Solo, why aren't we producing them ourselves?...What if we promote locals to log timber while slowly getting rid of the Asian companies? I believe we can also produce canned coconut milk, yet we import them from Asia, or farm cattle yet we import beef from Vanuatu, etc.. There are lots of other things we can come up with in order to raise our national level of exports or reduce the imports, but it only take some action somewhere to start the machine... otherwise any govt that comes in will always be concern about entitlements and RCDF, and strengthening relationship with Taiwan for easy money...
 It is naturally insane for a 31 year old man to still cry for milk...

it is the greed of those who wnet in there that mess it all. there are good and God fearing individual goes in as MP. But by the time they come out of the round house they are as dirty as the dirty things RCDF could buy.

6 pm saturday night. The honorable Minister gets ready for a function. It's part of the rollercoaster live he lives. His spouse will most probably accompany him and the kids will no doubt have a nanny turn on the TV for them. He gets into his chaffeur driven car and arrives an hour late at the function. But of course, every one is expected to wait for him as he is the guest of honour. It gives him a sense of pride that he is able to do this. No wonder he recently upgraded his suit a size larger a week earlier.
Up on the eastern plains of Guadalcanal, a mother packs her bag. She dreads missing her ride down to the fishing village market. Tomorrow is sunday and there she will sell her products to help her family survive another week. She has to leave early to find a siutable location so that the 5 months old baby who is accompanying her can sleep during their sojourn in town. Her older kids will have to sleep at their aunty's house. They are used to this routine.
Carrying her bag of produces that she laboured all day to harvest she boards the open vehicle to endure that 2 hours ride down to town. It will be a long cold ride and she wishes her 5 month old does not catch pneumonia.
9 PM and she disembarks. There is still no rest still. She unpacks her bush umbrella and lays her baby to sleep. Tonight is friday night and there will be intoxicated people on the open street. She tries to blend in to her surroundings to go unnoticed. It will be a night of anxiety. However she has company, other mothers who have taken the same pilgrimage.
As the morning suns rays embrace the treetops, she spreads her produce on display. Today it's going to be a long day. She thinks about her kids at home and looks for a convenience location before the first shoppers arrive. For with them will come the dust, the commotion, people seeking bargains and the suffocating suns heat. She does not mind. They have the money to spend.
She says hello to a couple of night security guards who are on their way home to their families and gives a discounted cucumber to a nurse who just completed her night shift at the hospital. And She wonders if the ministers spouses have a more tougher life than this tough life that fate has bestowed upon her to deserve $50,000. She blames it on her lack of education and stares blankly as a chaffeur driven glazed eyed drunken wife of a government minister slurs incoherently about the high prices of agricultural products these days.She is returning back home to a silk bed and a well earned $50,000
For the Gwale mum, What she gains today will be guarded fiercely as she knows the struggle does not end here. But for now she yearns that her market goes well and that she takes home the twisties that her kids asked for.

If I may say Roropau, this piece hit me harder then Tarcius's "Till Debt do us part".  I love this, it is honest, well thought out and brilliantly written.  Can we interest you in writing more please?

I remember Bob Marley singing, every day the bucket goes to the well, one day the bottom will drop out.. in his 'I Shot The Sheriff' hit.
There is this tale of a farmer who has but one broken pail that he uses to carry water every day. One day as he was complaining, a neighbour mused 'but look at your side walk, the plants are well watered and blooming. if not for your broken bucket, this side walk will be a barren desert.' .
As I sit and ponder over pereshtroika and whether our virtually unknown folks contributions count, i realise that they indeed do.
So I take this opportunity to thank the vendors who help produce healthy vegies for our bodies. So what if insects have had their share.. it means there was no pesticide used.
these guys the ordinary citizens contribute a more purposeful living by the things they do.
Although it is the beautiful buckets on display that get all the attention.... It is the broken buckets that water our sidewalks... 
But take heed... because....
'Every day the bucket goes to the well, one day the bottom will drop out!!!!'
Lest we forget

Every one comes in with good intentions. Then every one sees the opportunities there. And they realise the power glowing in their hands.  And that little red horned guy holding the fork with the pointy tail plants some visions. The wheels of Internal corruption starts turning.. not chugging heavily and stealthily but as in turbo speed. And the good intentions that once were are blown away amidst dusts forgotten like so much cheap wine. And then we vote them in again because our complaints did not dent their pride as much the first time. Second time lucky? Whose crazier here?