In this discarded AI political attack advert, National reveal how Christopher Luxon believes Lucifer’s demons from Hell will start delivering door to door courier packages if the Fair Pay Agreements remain in place allowing workers to unionise. Apparently Chris’s ‘demons from hell’ messaging didn’t play well with the focus groups, but he was insistent that it remains as a core part of National Party policy.
Wait, wait, wait. What? Canterbury hail and wet summer leave arable farmers struggling to harvest He said the cost of…
With the countdown to the election now on, we need to turn our attention to overcoming the efforts that the…
Despite the health system being one of the major and most electorally sensitive issues of public (and voter) concern in…
It’s the morgue
In Occupied Palestine Zionism in practice Israel’s Daily Toll on Palestinian Life, Limb, Liberty and Land Sanction Israel Gaza‘s growing…
In Occupied Palestine Zionism in practice Israel’s Daily Toll on Palestinian Life, Limb, Liberty and Land Sanction Israel Gaza‘s growing…
Comments are closed.
How does predicting the next pixel in a frame know it’s a Kiwi?
It is 2024 and National/ ACT voters realise the full horror of what they have done.
National Party door knocking during election run up. If you don’t answer the door they call police and your landlord, eviction pending.
Now that is cynical sinic. Dr Happy prescribes a sit down and beer or choccy milk, perhaps with added malt for strength.
The Son of John seeks disturbing content for his crapulous podcasts.
Lyrics from Send in the Clowns seem appropriate.
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/franksinatra/sendintheclowns.html
Don’t you love a farce? My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here
Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Well, maybe next year
In this poignant duet, National voters should be singing the first lines and Luxon the second. In the end after the two singers, we can all turn and applaud the clowns – ourselves.