The Media in danger of falling into the hole they are digging and it is so shallow there might be further injuries.

Foongate successfully obscured more damaging (G)Nashing of teeth last Friday.

Where will CHipkins go to find another mushroom cloud to obscure todays nuclear moment.

Apparently the emailing of Cabinet decisions to donors by Nash was a whole lot worserer than the information drip fed by the media intent on preserving their bountiful millions in cash and kind through mindless advertising paid for by taxpayers.

One of the Donors alleged to be in receipt of Cabinet information in contravention of cabinet rules is suggested to be an old school mate one Phil McCaw, lucky no mention of Phill Mc Cracken so far.

Mr McCaw was appointed to one of the numerous little ad hoc advisory creations that proliferated during the reign of That Woman, as Chair person of a Committee to report on small business. It is also suggested Mr McCaw is also suggested to be wealthy, right up there with the target bunch for Chloe’s little list. (Apologies to the descendents of Sullivan and Gilbert ).

Now “Managing” what to some less charitable might seem a tad “Dodge”, Megs (the pie perlioner) was used to actually deliver McCaw to his sinecure in a shallow attempt to make space between CHipkins and McCaw.

It was convenient par excellence that the above little sordid adjunct to the promoted reasons (G)Nashy departed stage right ( stage left was crowded by the back bench jockeying for advantage when the blood was cleaned up), along came Meng Foonery to create a smoke screen to muddy the Gnashing waters inherent in the expanded scenario the muppet masters wanted glossed over.

Today another little drama is unfolding with an already wounded soldier of foot being deleted from the Cabinet lists, Micky “The Brylcreme kid” Wood who managed to parley his seat at the top pay grade as Minister of Auckland, following the deletion of Minister of Transport role that had became rather dented due to some house keeping procrastinations over $13 000 worth of shares in Auckland Airport that somebody failed to dispose of after a Dozen requests and suggestions from the cRats just trying to help a very busy, conscientious, hard working Minister to get done to reduce his conflict of interest, in what were really minor matters of no great import.

CHipkins did not fire “The Boil in Need of Lancing”, such blunt wording, perhaps not a fit with the “Boy from the Hutt, so in his own words at the Podium of Struth, The Governor General had been asked to cancel the warrants, Minister of Filthy Rivers still clung to to keep the big money.

No wonder That Woman took the gap aye, she knew that the leaks in the dyke were going to need more than a finger of a little boy to save her from drowning.

I will be kind to CHipkins and refrain from “Dead Man Walking” and stay with a Sick Man Sweating, Make Up were a fail today before sending him out to face the Kliegs.

No “High Noon” drama just one drowning man having been dragged from the waters trying to give some relevance to how one of his bestys had finally crossed a creek too far somewhere else and in spite of having great credentials as Honest, Hard Working, Conscientious Valuable Colleague had been in modern parlance “CANCELLED”.

Wheels falling off, Train Wrecks, Christmas can’t come soon enough Santa, get your dung together.