The story of Chicken Little and Henny Penny was floating around when I was a child. Briefly, this is the story of a small chicken who, when hit on the head with an acorn, believes the sky is falling and the world is going to end. Chicken Little flaps around the countryside issuing warnings to all her friends – Henny Penny, Drakey Lakey, Goosey Lucy, etc – about the world ending. Her friends believe her word. After all, there is nobody to doubt her.
The story ends with Foxy Loxy telling all the animals they can come and stay at his place because it’s underground and will be safe from any falling sky. Once everyone is inside, the fox eats them. To death.
This week there was a small acorn of power regulation that fell out of the sky on the heads of the neoliberal establishment.
They are now running around like crazed chickens spouting all manner of warnings about communism, North Korea, Muldoon (who was a Nat!!), and Albanian power policies.
It really is a sight to behold. The acorn has well and truly hit, my friends! It turns out the sky is indeed falling, and the world is coming to an end.
But not for me. And people like me. Workers, families, people who don’t have three homes and several cars – one for each of the kids and one SUV to head out to the bach at Whangamata on the weekends.
I welcome lower power prices. I also welcome lower house prices. Go on, get in there Labour and Greens. Don’t just tinker at the edges either. Roll your sleeves up and get stuck in.
It is very rare for the market to provide for the likes of us. Ordinary people with ordinary lives. But then again, none of us are chairing the board of a power company and earning over $1 million.
No our world isn’t coming to an end. It is just beginning.
And about bloody time.