Political Caption Competition
The Hungry hungry Health Secretary

How big an arsehole am I? This big!

If Trump’s new Golden Statue was more realistic

Fra Right Hate site, The Platform, lecturing us on being classy

National Party Conference

The kind of hard hitting news media that National loves

Mike Hosking’s face has been so white washed in new ZB advert he looks like a KKK scrotum with botox
… Cream at Christmas is a treat, just like the oranges in the foot of our Christmas stockings were as children, and oranges, more common nowadays, still evoke magical memories for me. I have one poss Commerce Commission complaint lined up; last time I engaged with them it was by telephone, and they were pleasant to talk with back then.
Results?
I can’t afford NZ cream. Perhaps we can import it from Italy from where the supermarket gets tiramisu or Germany from where Pam’s gets cheesecakes to supermarkets according to the package, e&oe. Everything has a hole in it these days – complain to the Commerce Commission – cosily called ComCom – if you are lacking one, don’t be short-changed.
Ah, the old tiger moth days when folk went to church on Sundays and shared a hot roast afterwards were ever so much better than these days of codlin moths burrowing into bureaucratic heads rather than be part of Granny’s Apple Pie with cream.