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I am NOT a grumpy, hateful old white man. I just LOOK like a grumpy, hateful old white man
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Memories! Memories!
The 2005 Election Debate…
Helen Clark was asked what she thought of Don Brash.
Not missing a beat, she replied in baritone “Don Brash’s father was a fine man” – that said it all!
Well, nothing has changed.
Expect this hostile, miserly person to start ‘tweeting’ to announce his bigotry to his loyal followers from the Orewa outpouring.
Politician, appointed official whatever/whoever you are (unrecognisable to me), those who agreed on the selection criteria which you obviously satisfied, should be held accountable for the persona exhibited here.
This is something you would scare your off-spring with by the fireside on a wet, windy Winter’s night.
Can smell the putrid decaying old carcass from here!
Steven Joyce in another 20 years…