Political Caption Competition
The mythical group of National voters who Party voted Labour to keep the Greens out.
The mythical group of National voters who Party voted Labour to keep the Greens out.

A Marxist, A Government Cabinet Minister, a Green MP, a Newspaper columnist and 2 business journalists all walk into a…

Shane Jones throws red meat to the worst instincts — but the real danger is slipping through unnoticed. An India trade deal pushed by corporate interests, signed before the public ever sees the fine print.

Five disgruntled MPs… or total support? Luxon can’t seem to decide — and that contradiction is starting to look a lot like a leadership crisis National can’t contain.

The numbers are shifting — and suddenly the left has real options. A four-party progressive government isn’t just theory anymore. The question now is what they’d actually do with it.

Sean Plunket has said far worse than this, which is why the BSA complaint feels less like principle and more like bureaucratic theatre with a funding problem underneath.

Winston is confused that he’s an opposition MP and not actually part of the Government
One strong team, of what’s left that is!
“Make sure Todd Muller is as far out of the picture as possible please.”
Yes nearest the door will do nicely.
The ‘National’ Lemon Sucking Competition gets off to a flying start!
Looking forward to the next round of jaw clenching, back biting/stabbing, email leaking action.
Reality TV?…Pah!
Courtesy of Richard Rogers & Oscar Hammerstein from The Sound Of Music … Chucky and other losers gather to sing us a farewell song …
…. Cuckoo, cuckoo
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye
Cuckoo!
To you
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I’d like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye
Goodbye!
I’m glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye!
Look where it’s wet if you want to find the leaks. Oh dear.
Fossilized kauri swamp loggers consider their future.
Judith Caesar: “Et tu, Dr Shane?”