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.
A National Party Spin Doctor Writes
Do Politicians Dream of Electric Sheep?
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.
I figure if this guy can write an inauguration poem, anyone can.
Consoling the Finance Minister over an English Bitter
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?
What political secrets might we conceivably find lurking within Tinder dating app profiles?
A General description of a Major problem
Got a political problem? Add water, and look lively
As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth double.
Its lonely at the top, but the view is grand
Ask A Prime Minister
Werewolf wasn’t paying close attention to the royal tour but we thought we’d have a go at the whole coverage thing anyway.
And so it was written, and so shall it ever be…
The Financemeister is not a man to let fancy forms of democracy get in the way.
Am I getting old or are holidays just not as fun any more?