John McLean
Citizen typist patriot
In the lead-up to the general election, New Zealand Prime Minister Christopher Luxon continued to campaign around the country.
In the last few days, Luxon has joined Poisonous Paula Penfold’s and Septic Katie Bradford’s campaign to smear NZ First candidate and media man Michael Laws. And disgracefully, our parlous, painful prime minister has popped up in support of the leftie political hit job on Laws. Go figure.
Penfold, Stuff’s “Investigations Journalist”, is doing her level best to paint Laws as a misogynist. But of course, he’s not. Law’s wife wouldn’t stay with him if he were and he enjoys the affection and admiration of swathes of sensible New Zealand women.
On the other hand, partnerless Paula is a straight-up misandrist – a person who hates men in general. Paula has devoted most of her bitter energy in recent years to trying to destroy the lives of multiple men. Most recently, she’s simply shifted her sniper sights from Rod Drury to Mister Laws. But Laws is made of sterner stuff. The Right Stuff. What fun he’ll be in parliament. Minister of Broadcasting!
In relation to the politically motivated media beat-up on Michael Laws, New Zealand’s power-hungry pyknic prime minister has pontificated:
“The comments are disgusting. He’s not gonna be a minister in my government, period”, labelling Laws’ remarks on the Platform “stupid, absolutely stupid”.
But the truly stupid person is in fact Luxon himself, having added at the end of his attempted character assassination of Laws, “If you want less of that, you should party vote National.”
Because each party vote for National will undoubtedly be a wasted vote, such is the number of electorates that National Party candidates will win. Without strategic conservative voting, up to a million party votes for National could be wasted votes, votes that could otherwise be cast to return the current government.
Luxon’s dictatorial two-ticks Nats mandate risks costing the current coalition government its place in power, and handing control of New Zealand to neo-Marxists.
Moreover, whatever government results from the election, it won’t be “my [Luxon’s] government”. Luxon will be gone from politics within six months and will probably have to leave New Zealand, such is the burgeoning odium for him, from all corners of New Zealand and all shades of the political spectrum.
But abandoning New Zealand won’t bother Luxon, who doesn’t have a patriotic bone in his body. He might just buy an expensive house next to Jacinda Ardern’s Dee Why mansion, on Sydney’s Northern Beaches. Because, as the smug schmuck said in 2024, “Let’s be clear, I’m wealthy and I’m sorted.”
Luxon is an empty vessel. A strangling. A devout member of a mysterious evangelical Christian cult called the “Upper Room”. A man who claims, as his all-time favorite politician, failed British Labour Prime Minister Keir Starmer. A feckless, craven, greedy little globalist. A man whose expressed biggest regret is not learning more of the Māori language. A man who can’t think of anything he’s ever done wrong. A man whose best mate is insipid Trans-fan Government Minister Matt Doocey. An archetypal beta male. A Cucked F**kwit.
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink.
(In a single sense, Luxon is an inspiration – living proof that an individual equipped only with a dogged, mindless, work ethic and self-serving ruthlessness can end up running New Zealand’s national airline, and “leading” the country. If Little Lord Luxolot can, virtually anyone can.) [...]
A Labour/Greens/Māori/Opportunity coalition government would be an unmitigated disaster for our plucky little nation, especially for our less fortunate citizens. Reject the nihilist nuttiness of postmodernism. Reject fascist cancel culturalism. We are not, and mustn’t become, a nation of curtain twitching, snitching, supplicant spongers.
Breathe. Luxon won’t be New Zealand’s prime minister much longer. We can’t let Horrid, Hopeless Hipkins back in. We’re so much better than that.
This article was originally published on the author’s Substack.
