Warning: the following contains explicit strawman abuse drizzled with copious snark. Reader caution is advised.
It's not much contested that we kiwis are being royally shafted by the supermarkets when it comes to the weekly shop. The Commerce Commission concluded not so long ago that the supermarkets were pulling in excess profit of a million dollars per day. Per. Fucking. Day. And this out of a country of just five million people.
So someone recently posted on Reddit the question of whether NZ should have state owned supermarkets. I don't know either way myself, but of course this triggered some of the more staunch supporters of capitalism, the free market and by extension, the status quo. One fellow in particular replied;
Supermarkets are a low margin business. There is no supermarket fatcat tycoon getting insanely rich off you idiots. If you think there is then I have a bridge to sell you.
Supermarket prices go up because they are passing on the higher cost to them of food, wages, power, water, so on and so forth.
This frankly, ticked me off. A quick look at the fellow's postings and his comments about first class air travel, his BMW and photos of the expensive watch he'd treated himself, indicated he was doing quite well, thank you very much. Good for him. But a lot of kiwis aren't and the cost of food is a major component of their struggle.
So I went super snark mode and replied;
I wholeheartedly agree. These damned peasants always complaining about the price of food and whatnot.
Why, just last year the Commerce Commission reported the supermarkets were making excess profit of one million a day. Well, I was discussing this in the lounge while waiting for my flight back to the States. First class of course, there has to be benefits to being 'wealthy and sorted'. And good on Christopher for coming up with that belter. Lovely fellow, totally misunderstood. Anyway, we all agreed it was absolute nonsense - particularly the Foodstuffs exec who happened to be on my flight. He fair waxed lyrical about the unfairness of it all.
I mean everyone knows the supermarkets are just passing on costs. Oh they may play a little hard ball with their suppliers and prices are higher than the OECD average, but that's just business. I'd even go so far as to say they're struggling. Damned impudence to even complain, really.
Anyway, must fly - the wife's asking what I'd like for dinner; the smoked salmon or venison steaks. Life is full of such difficult decisions it seems. Toodleloo!
To which guy replied;
Please let us all know who the supermarket tycoon ala Nick Mowbray is. Oh you can't? Thought not.
Just because a bunch of Americans in New York are morons doesn't mean New Zealanders need to be.
I assume the mention of New York is around Zohran Mamdani, the Democratic candidate for mayor of New York City, who has also said similar things about supermarkets and scared the local fat cats. It triggered the fat fuck below enough that he appeared on Fox News, warning of the apocalypse if democracy didn't give him the result he wanted.
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Gristedes grocery chain CEO John Catsimatidis. |
Nick Mowbray meanwhile, is an NZ businessman who (along with his brother), made a fortune selling toys in China. Not sure what that has to do with supermarkets ripping us off. Anyway, I replied;
Yes - dashed rum business in New York. Man's practically a foreigner, if not an actual communist. Sort of fellow you'd cross the road to avoid. Hopefully common sense will prevail and he'll be sent packing. Can't allow that sort of thing to spread, you know?
As to your point about that fine fellow Nick Mowbray, I couldn't agree more! It's not like owning a supermarket gets you on the rich list nowadays. Times are tough! You have to have a side gig. I know one chap who owns a PaknSave and a stud farm, and he's still only a millionaire. Practically on the bones of his arse.
But you know the chattering classes. Always complaining about something. Well let them eat cake, I say.
Just between you and me though, having a duopoly really has been key in sorting out NZ as a nice little earner, even if the place is only the size of an Aussie postage stamp. Well done to all involved, lobbyists and politicians alike. Long may it continue! Raise prices even higher if the proles start to squeal. That'll teach the rotters!
Anyway, all this talk of cake has made me peckish and I believe the wife has a nice gateau hidden somewhere. I'm off to sniff out a slice. Toodlepip!
Guy was not impressed and accused me of using AI to whip up my batches of spicy snark. The nerve!
ChatGPT?
Didn't get a look in, old chum. Not an inch of it. This is homegrown snark - country snark, if you will - cultivated in the rich fertilizer of your original comment. Collected fresh, it has been cleaned, lightly sautéed and artfully arranged on a fine china plate, ready to be enjoyed with a sprig of parsley and a tasty glass of Riesling.
But all this talk of manure has reminded me; I'm almost out of truffles! Must fire up the trusty BMW and go restock.
Toodlepip and tallyho!