Fighting Talk From Fighting Talk

If you want to fit in, don’t throw meat bones over your shoulder.

It’s a rainy night and up at AUT's Four Seasons restaurant, overlooking Mayoral Drive, David Wang's hospitality class is hosting a group from the Chinese Students Association interested in becoming less conspicuously Chinese.

Enticed by a photoshopped flyer of a knife and fork in traditional Chinese wedding dress, the students have come to learn the fundamentals of Western style dining - things like recognising the salad fork and appreciating Norah Jones.

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When I play the Grand Theft Auto games, I enjoy tuning between radio stations as I cock my Uzi and roll down the window for a drive-by shooting. Macabre, sure, but it's only a game. It's not as though I'm cueing up Rammstein as I prepare to gun down students at the real-life neighbourhood high school. In Fahrenheit 9/11, which I saw just a few hours ago, American soldiers on the sandy streets of Iraq load an OzzFest heavy metal tour CD into their tank's sound system. Seemingly unaware it might be inappropriate to take such glee in their jobs, they set the music to pipe into their helmets as they roam.

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It was probably astute of Helen Clark to say the New Zealand Government has "solid grounds" for believing it had caught itself some misbehaving Israeli intelligence types. Rather than, for example, "clear and reliable intelligence". This from the security service that brought you Ahmed Zaoui.
Having got that out of my system I have to admit that I'm convinced.

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