The Winston-o-Meter

Winston Peters Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. . . .

Is Winston Peters a politician, or actually a clever piece of Guerilla Theatre, or is he the Frankenstein's Monster of New Zealand politics? Remember Mary Shelley's polemic of how Victor Von Frankenstein tried to play God? The Monster was the result, returning to punish Victor and his rellies for his presumptiousness? Insert 'Winston' for Monster and 'Government' for Victor and you get my drift.

The bigger the Winston, the smaller the leadership. How else could such a rotten piecemeal experiment of reanimation survive in any Parliament in the world other than the Beehive? Winston Peters is not so much a public servant, as a moral barometer of the levels of idiocy of the New zealand political climate. The more idle, braindead, uninspired and arrogant a government becomes, the greater 'The Monster's' presence in NZ politics looms. Helen Clark and the former Labour Government stand as testament of this. They found to their dismay that 'The Monster' dances for no-one. So I guess we should thank Winston, not for his views, but for his existence. He serves as a polemic about how arrogance results in the downfall of it's creator. As one monkey to another, Winston, I salute you.
Case in point. Personally, I've not posting been lately because I can't seem to muster up enough interest in the present political and news climate to feel drawn to the keyboard. ie:
Weatherall - fooling no one. All Blacks - ditto. Corrections and Justice - bag(s) of shite. Cycleway - load of bollocks. Recession - Ditto. Taito - slavemaster.
And what about the Post Office eh? Laying off how many? Was this one of Cullen's first difficult 'executive' decisions since getting the fat little sinecure, post MP?
We've got the business community writing letters to the Government warning them not to go on 'auto-pilot', because Key et al are doing sweet F - A about exploiting any chances of a regrowth, post 'recession. (More Bollocks). But on the really important issues, like Folic Acid in Bread, we are regaled with opinions and PR. Where is the sword of righteousness we were promised, cutting through all the 'PC nonsense'?
And what is the result of this political torpor?
Winston! Yup! He's spotted the gap in the market, and is back larger than life, pursued by the screaming hordes - the unwashed and ignorant various media, all wielding pitchforks and waving burning brands in their self-righteous fear.
Is there something about the Houses of Parliament that turns dedicated evangelical types into lardy, brain-dead morons? Is it like a very slow-acting gas-chamber that in increments turns the brain to mush? The answer can only be yes.

Because the most trusted gauge of a Government's intellectual deficiency is not the media, or the loyal opposition, but the Winston-o-Meter. And guess what children? It's flickering back into life. I'm starting to appreciate Winston Peters not for his views, or his personality, but because of the fact that if anything he has to say gains traction, it indicates the levels to which the government of the day has become stale, dull, devoid of originality or substance.

So Thank you, Winston, like some ugly formerly despised critter on the edge of extinction, I suddenly find I should value and preserve you, or risk an ecological disaster, or other unfixable imbalance in the food-chain.