guaranteed the rangatiratanga of tangata whenua.
I am sure this is a very solemn promise, but why does it conjure up the image of the Queen saying in a posh accent to a row of natives dancing silly poses in straw skirts to Benny Hill type music, 'Yeeees, we shall let you carry on with your local customs while we bring home the valuable merchandise.'

Once the treaty was signed, somebody screamed 'Everybody do the rangatiratanga!!!' [cue: raunchy saxophones, enter scantily clad maori dancers and Benny Hill trying to pinch their butts in high speed].

Anyways, Happy New Zealand day, bros. May you never run out of lamb and pavlova.