the Mad Maori

Crazy,


A slight correction old chap. Kevin07 referred to the Chinese as 'rat fuckers', not to the fuckees as 'rat fucked'. There is a difference.


Having lived in the shakeys during the the reign of Sister Helen, I can attest to her political flexibility and ability to govern in ungovernable circumstances. NZ has a dead set crazy electoral system that gives all sorts of nutbars and muntards access to the public trough. The system seemed to be designed to force a minority government to embrace some of the fringe. Depending on your attitude this either tempers the rabidness of the largest popular party, gives an [over]representaion to smaller [& small interest parties] or completely hobbles the ability of a government to enact an agenda. I'm in camp 3. For instance, in the 2005 election, NZLP beat the Nationals but had to bring in the Progressives (the rump of a left split from the NZLP), Peter Dunne (an unstable libertarian), and Winston Peters (an unstable nutbar, muntard and ... oh fuck ... exasperation fails me). The inspired twist was to bring Dunne and Peters into the ministry OUTSIDE cabinet. Peters was made Foreign Minister!!!! OUTSIDE cabinet!!!! So the bottom line is that Sister Helen knows the art of the compromise - big time. Can you imagine how long Kevin07 would last during fraught negotiations for everyone to save face. I can. Precisely zero. (As an aside - this should bring some perspective to how effective Julia Gillard actually was in enacting a (admittedly compromised) agenda under ridiculous circumstances. The rich dude from Point Piper doesn't know how lucky he is to have fallen in with a majority.) Perhaps you only see the real ability when negotiation and compromise are the ONLY options. In other words, how big a shit sandwich can you keep down.


When we lived in Kingsland in Auckland we used to drive past Sister Helen's house in Mt Eden on the way to the Chinese fruit and veg supermarket on Dominion Road. There was a permanent white van parked out the front. NZ is crazy small. I met Sister Helen twice when she visited my workplace. The second time I realised that one of the guys I played soccer with every Sunday afternoon at the Auckland Domain was one of her security detail! That's crazy small.


Rick, still Red - South of the Hipster Proof Fence.

Maven of the Dark Arts,

Well corrected.
There is a difference.
In my defence, I don't know the Mandarin phrase for "them fucking fithy fucking dirty rat-fucking Chinese cunt's arseholes".
He's in good company though, even Our Queenie called the Chinese "rude".
It's so easy to forget youse was a long-time veteran of the Shakies campaign.
Glad you met the H-Bomb; probably went to the same Cash'N'Carry that you did.
Whenever Winston Peters was in town I was the first to put a mic under his nose - always good for a quote - man, the Mad Maori has more mental illnessess than are known to the psychiatry profession.
And what is that pea rattling around inside the Rich Dude's brain box thinking?
Why not just do the non-churlish thing, endorse the K-Rudd, then sit back and watch the pseudo-meglomaniac make a fool of himself in a short-lived run for office...non-problem solved.
Instead he makes a cluster-fuck out of it.
Must have a very short memory.
Probably can't recall what happened the last time half-term Tony made a Captain's Call.
Doesn't Turnbullshit know who Phil the Greek is?
Give me a break.

(originally published 29-07-16)