Better Analogies for National Pilfering Budget Data
Judith Collins is, as they say of aspiring leaders and infected sores everywhere, running.
A civil poem about the civilness of civility.
Wondering why you don’t have a new government yet? Let me fill you the f**k in.
Bringing Order to the Election Result
A National Party Spin Doctor Writes
Do Politicians Dream of Electric Sheep?
Because English is nothing is not Shakespearean
A farewell to welfare faring well.
As Chairman-at-large of the National Committee for Ideas that Sounded Good at the Time, I get asked a lot about this social investment strategy lark.
Some free verse poetry a cockroach typed into my computer over the weekend.
As the President continues trying to throw the immigrant-and-refugee baby out with the bathwater, there is increasing attention on the man behind the curtain.
The Triumph of Trump.
I repeat the best after you, everyone says so.
Consoling the Finance Minister over an English Bitter
Emergency housing is not so snow white.
Panama’s in Pajamas
Auckland struggles to cope with its over-supply of advice on housing affordability…
Reading the fine print, except it’s not actually fine at all.
Australia and Other Nonsense
History, In A Grain Of Salt
Shouldn’t forging a nation from blood and sacrifice be against the law?
Running a few ideas up the flagpole to see if anyone repeatedly chops them down
A General description of a Major problem
As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth double.
And so it was written, and so shall it ever be…
What I did on my holidays
Who really did in Peter Dunne?
In which we hear about the journalistic standard of accuracy and think it sounds like a fantastic idea.
The French have A Word For It