Chris Hipkins’s descent to the level of a carnival barker is slightly sad to watch, it’s so pathetic but entirely self-inflicted. ‘Roll up, roll up, we’ve got free stuff, just step inside the Labour Circus Tent, we’ve got GST-Free courgettes. What’s a courgette, you ask? Why: it’s a Cucurbitaceae, a member of the cucumber family, but softer, more versatile and easier to cook. What’s a woman, you ask? Well, gosh, jeez, I haven’t prepared for that one, that’s a bit left-field, isn’t it? A construct of colonialism? Mum told me all Maori were gender-fluid.’
We’ve all had enough of the nonsense from this particular travelling troupe of bulldust artists: the tripe, the piffle, the ridiculous, the incompetence, constantly tripping over their oversized ideological left feet. The headline to Luke Malpass’s column is quite correct: Labour’s think-tank is deep inside idiot-cousin territory. They’re cooked, they’re done, they know it, and there won’t be many leftovers. There’s even more to be positive about the folding of Labour’s tent than the signs saying they’re finally leaving town: it’s whose driving them out – our young! Hallelujah!
The left’s ‘youthquake’ is over; there’s been a seismic shift away from red to blue. That’s the most important of statistics in the ‘Guardian/Essential’ poll released last week. Never mind that Winnie is back, never mind that one or two-seat National/ACT majority: the right is now the ladder, the left again the snake. In fact, our 18–34 year-olds were the most enthusiastic cohort of National backers:
I know, I know, it’s only one poll, and just one headline; things change, we shouldn’t be drawn into it, nor should we draw any conclusions from it, but I’m going to anyway: the worm The Post has turned, the polls are all headed one way, our Winter of Discontent is indeed ending, and that’s enough to put a new Spring in my step.
