Housing Crisis caused by Feminism and the breakdown of the family unit.
D-day for the Government’s plan to fix housing, with few easy options
i.e. TAX.
Housing Crisis caused by Feminism and the breakdown of the family unit.
Separated families need two dwellings. Both dwellings need to have a bedroom for each child. That is not what the law says, its what a Family Court orders.
Duckduckgo.com said 46% of children come from separated families. That link went to a site called lawcom.govt.nz. That link no longer works.
Those family’s costs are doubled. 2 mortgages, 2 sets of maintenance costs, 2 sets of council rates, 2 insurances, 2 sets of bedding, 2 sets of rubbish removal. And those costs have to be on one income each. Example if a house needs painting each 10 years, that is a cost of say $45 per week. Carpet replacement would cost $23.00 per week over 12 years.
And it is not cheap for local Government either. Each home has to have a road past it. It has to have power, internet, water, sewer, storm water, phone and more often than not gas. All those systems have to be maintained. I don’t know how much it costs to resurface a road, repaint it. Looks expensive to me.
There is an environmental cost too. More land is taken up for housing, roading. Even things like 2 mail and courier deliveries, more convenience stores.
And now it looks like we have to tax housing to pay for those costs. Those costs will be paid by the buyer, investor or renter.
Looks like our exports will be less competitive now.
We looked at this in discussions back in the Clark Era. In many ways were picking up where we were back in 2002.
You have the repartnering situation of course which doesn’t completely negate the argument while you’re just swapping the adults around there will always be the situations described above.
There are other factors to consider and this is worse now than it was before and that’s older couples who would otherwise be living in the same house and grandparents raising grandchildren which also affect the housing supply.
You’ve detailed the costs of two houses, but you haven’t explained how feminism has caused the housing crisis. To quote P. Hanson, “please explain”.
It’s probably more obvious for separated people to see the law of the individual working against the principle of family.
For example a woman choosing a DPB existence because of inconsistency of income may life with children while the father repartners.
You would have a house and a half situation.
It’s the same with men living on the road for transient work, they reflect in the homeless.
It takes some analysis to see the consequences in the market.
The DPB allows for a single income to afford a house without even the need to offer another individual a room to rent, the cost to the taxpayer must have grown substantially.
A man who busts his arse for his family is no longer a hero just a loser who couldn’t earn enough.
https://www.stuff.co.nz/life-style/homed/celebrity-homes/125706236/elon-musk-is-living-in-a-72000-tiny-prefab-house-in-texas
Doubt that’s government policy.
$500,000 mansions only.
Easily done on the 21st century.
You could built the walls from wood.
Mass produced, and perfectly pre-cut..
Even robot assembled.
You could even, injection mould panels.
Mini house designed for truck transport.
Standardised, piling, and plumbing.
Ready to go, finished in a day.
Interestingly the richest man, is still human.
Bet he could, mass produce them cheaper.
Ready to go, solar powered.
Far cheaper, than a nation using motel rooms.
Sounds like humans in NZ are being scammed.
We have the solutions, say the government.
Then deliver nothing.
While landlords (them) get richer.
In there mansions.
Some spelling errors in that comment.
I wrote a follow up, that was really good.
About paradise.
But the system deleted it when I posted it.
I will write it again.
I see a wasteland, of grassland hills.
Near lifeless, shedding, slowly it’s soil.
I see paradise, with people, and homes.
Scattered and immersed, in it’s surrounds.
Gardens, trees, shrubs abound.
Animals, birds, life everywhere.
I see a wasteland, of bush land.
Rarely felt, the footsteps of humans.
I see paradise, with people, and homes.
Scattered and immersed, in its surrounds.
Walkways, and picnic spots abound.
Caretakers, to all things, on there land.
I see a wasteland, of even the air above you.
Protected by the laws of humans.
I see paradise, with people, and homes.
Scattered and immersed in its surrounds.
Towers, with gardens, and patios.
Family sized, apartments, next to work and schools.
I see a wasteland, of the ocean itself.
Hardly touched, it’s vast emptiness.
I see paradise, with people and homes.
Reclaimed, even floating islands.
Scattered about, making there way.
From place to place, immersed.
Yet I see a wasteland.
It is everywhere, monoculture, barren.
I see paradise, of possibility, humans immersed.
Endless options, other than urban sprawl.
From terraforming, to colonising the moon.
But for the swipe, of a governments pen.