Author: Martyn Bradbury

…the low ratings and threat of being rolled this summer has lit a fire under Bridges and he is pulling stunt after stunt, because he’s got nothing to lose now.

This is still coming across like every Millennial complaint, a micro aggression conflated to war crime levels where the lens of subjective pain trumps all objective rationality.

This is an act of meaningless desperation by an irrelevant leader desperately trying to stay relevant.

When you consider only 324 documents out of 17 000 have been released, who is bering protected here?

…so commercial fishing pay Shane a big donation and Shane cuts back on oversight of the commercial fishing industry.

Doesn’t that smell fishy?

This has got to have been the most ludicrous Santa Parade season we’ve ever seen.

I know, I know, these are only Māori men raping each other and news media don’t give no fucks until white middle class women with tertiary education are being harassed at Russell McVeagh, but surely no NZer can pretend to be proud of the hate pus pit our State sanctioned double bunked rape pens have become?

…the horror take away is that despite all the madness inside National, New Zealanders still adore the National Party!

Despite China buying 2 MPs, despite the allegations of corruption, despite the internal meltdown, Kiwis desperately worship at the feet of the banal and the malicious in the hope their speculative property portfolios can soar  in 2020.

Newsflash, Maggie Barry being an arsehole isn’t news.