Archive for September, 2014
Scandal hangs over NZ elections…
|Scandal (album) (Photo credit:Wikipedia)|
A week to go and they are discussing policies, not dirty politics…
|Cover of Dirty Politics|
A week to go and nothing is yet set in stone. ‘Dirty Politics’ which was intended to damage the Left not the Right, is now a thing of the past. Political parties are now discussing policies and this is a positive thing. National has nothing positive to deliver, but Labour has plenty. I just hope we don’t run out of time to influence those swing voters who haven’t voted yet.
David Cunliffe makes John Key appear very shallow and obsessed with economic matters; he would be better suited to a Finance minister’s role. He is no leader. David Cunliffe is more of a visionary and a leader.
Hone Harawira says: How come John key pays only 2.8% in tax?
|Hone Harawira, 2006 portrait photo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
- Crowds march for child poverty awareness
- Key on Harre and Harawira
- Harawira denies Internet Party rift
- Internet Mana backs medicinal cannabis use
- Beyer takes Harawira to task over Dotcom
- Bullets fired into Harawira’s office
- Minor party leaders face off tonight
- Dotcom hailed as ‘super hero’ as Internet Mana kick off campaign
- Pacific, Māori housing advocate Harawira condemns ‘tearing apart’ strategy
- Petition on party vote threshold
Kingmaker-in-waiting Winston Peters confronts the greenies on Waiheke.
To get to Waiheke, John Key likes to take a helicopter. There was a time when David Cunliffe may have imagined he could walk there, but that’s not working out quite so well. Winston Peters, man of the people, rides the ferry. In an open-necked check shirt and rain jacket, but with suit pants and gleaming black ankle boots. It’s Saturday. You wouldn’t expect the whole suit.
Strangely, he doesn’t ride free. Today, on an election tour to the island to promote the benefits of the SuperGold Card, he’s forgotten to bring his card. He has to pay.
Peters is not expecting to pay for very much, politically speaking, for much longer. Currently riding above five per cent in the polls, he knows his party’s share of the vote always goes higher than what the polls predict. He’ll be back, probably with more MPs than he has now, probably with the power to decide who leads our next government.
He’s in good form. Introduced to the small crowd on the ferry wharf as “the Honourable Winston Peters”, he’s quick with the correction: “Right Honourable.” Quick with the grin too. This grin is amazing: you think of him on TV and you think, hair, but in person you barely notice the hair. It’s all about the face: lines radiating from the eyes, a mouth that cracks open, all lips and insistent gleaming teeth. He’s remarkably handsome and remarkably short, and somehow that combination helps make him remarkably charismatic too. People draw close; you can see them succumbing, happily, to the magnetism.
On the ferry wharf he mentions “that other party”, wrapping the words around an extended noisy chortle, and gets in the digs: “they deny the man on the moon”, “they wonder at the vapour trails”.
He treats Colin Craig as a clown with a bad routine, but the laughs turn to sneers and Craig becomes an unpleasant smell, a personal insult.
Peters arrives at Ostend on Waiheke as the market is winding down: only a dozen or so stalls remain open. But he does a short walkabout then sets up for a speech, and a crowd quickly gathers. They’re older folk, overwhelmingly, with faces and bodies in which time has had its insistent, anarchic way.
He speaks without notes and starts badly, stumbling over phrases – it was the same at the terminal back in the city – before eventually getting into his stride. He trusts himself – start talking and that head full of phrases and ideas will produce them in the right order – but it does take a little longer than you expect.
He asks for a show of hands from people who support some dumb government proposal, and you think he’s being rhetorical, that the point is no one will support it.
But no, he’s looking for a response, and when he gets one he’s away. “That sounds like the Act Party. Am I right?” The smooth-looking young man acknowledges that he is. “I knew it. The moment I hear lunacy I know where it comes from.”
Peters doesn’t like making speeches so much as feeding off his audience, scoring points, demonstrating both his charm and his authority, tempting the crowd to become complicit in his put downs. He laughs and he’s stern, he shares jokes and tells people off. He’s quite irresistible.
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