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There are some posts that are just too much to not re-post in certain situations, and as we sit here on November 3rd, 2023, this is that situation. 🤣

Now I understand that Winston has acknowledged age some years ago by giving up whiskey and smoking. But goddammit, when he turns up on some platform with the TV cameras I want him with a cigar in one hand and a tipple in the other as he announces his decision.

Three years ago I wrote the following in a post, The Old Rogue Makes His Play:

Winston Peters is the most cunning politician in recent NZ history. He knows how to negotiate to form coalition governments and out-maneuver stronger opponents for personal and political gains seemingly out of reach of a party that polls not much above 5% at the best of times.

He also knows how to reach out to his supporters and get them back, even after having betrayed them repeatedly. 

Back then the topic to exploit was China. Now hardly mentioned, not with He Puapua and C-19 responses to attack.

I don’t often link to The Daily Blog, mainly because Anarcho-Marxist “Bomber” Bradbury (aka the Screaming Beard) seems to regard it less as a blog than an old-fashioned megaphone through which he just screams the same boiler-plate crap day after day to whip up the masses.

And when I say “the same” I mean he literally just copies and pastes the same stuff into different posts even on the same day. It looks like it only ends when he gets bored with a phrase or sentence.

Then there’s the hair-on-fire hysteria of it all: global boiling, ACT as Walter White because they want Pseudoephedrine to be put back into Sudafed, and “submachine guns” – that last being a mark of real pig ignorance, not that Bradbury cares because the more extreme the language the better as far as he’s concerned. Total twat. I’m glad he’s of the Far Left.

But the title of this post came from occasional guest writer, Tim Selwyn, who had me pissing myself laughing in his post, The last debate. Election Eve predictions and how Labour lost 2023 Election:

National first accepted this when Luxon ruled in working with NZ First. It seemed obvious that Farrar’s internal polling had told them NZF was clear over the 5% threshold and was making ground too fast to stop. Time to wake up and smell that heady mix of Chivas Regal, Old Spice and Rothmans that heralds the King-maker. The Nats would have liked to have ruled him out, but feared he would get up anyway and they wanted the way clear to put a deal together without reneging and losing credibility. This was a wise approach.

Tim’s pretty down on Labour, both in the election and the last three years, with the now standard complaint I’ve heard from most whinging Lefties that Labour, blessed as the first single majority party in MMP history, did nothing with it.

To which I can only reply, “Yay” and that they did enough damage to last the next thirty years.

Selwyn clearly does not like “Chippie” and thinks that “Robbo” has been playing Machiavellian games behind the scenes, scheming to become Labour’s leader in time for the 2026 election:

Chippy was smug about [losing] evidently. Smug like only a Wellingtonian can be – the smugness of knowing your useless skinny white arse devoid of talent or ability or judgment can still pull six figures in Wellington no matter how badly you perform.

History cannot be harsh enough. He is a non-entity student politician in a Labour pantheon of student politicians.

I can’t address the first part but the rest is true. Chippie (and his Ministry of Education Mum) are Wellington on steroids.

Was the angry ginger dweeb who looks like a maths teacher who was getting personal at every turn, going negative, ranting and speaking across the moderator look like a good Prime Minister?

Angry, negative, personal, desperate. Chip looked like the maths teacher appointed as interim Head of Department who knows he won’t get the HoD position after this interview

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I’m so glad I haven’t watched these “debates”.

But back to Machiavelli:

And just to make sure that plan works out Robbo’s kept that chalice topped up with toxic decisions and policies enough to prevent Labour winning. Chip is just Johnny on the spot, the perky dude that everyone else trusts to wear the suicide vest and do his best to take one for the team – that team being Robbo.

The masterstroke of this was convincing Chip to rule out Winston – the only possible path to a Labour government. Chip had been convinced to snooker himself. If any deal is to be done with Winnie someone else will have to do it, won’t they.

Read the whole thing.