Category Archives: New Zealand politics

Paddles (the cat) and Gareth Morgan (the ass.) Paddles, the NZ Prime Ministers cat has been run over. Gareth, a wannabe politician, HATES cats, feral or otherwise. So he showed no sympathy, perhaps brutally so.

Rich Reward.

Farewell Paddles, you short lived cat,
Only grumpy Gareth takes much joy in that;
Not for Morgan a moments diplomatic pause,
No, out comes his dogma, out come the claws.

No thought of how those words stung.

When Gareth’s time on this mortal coil ends
And up towards Heaven he (hopefully) ascends,
Will he see Paddles lounging atop the Pearly Gates?
How to explain to St Pete cats are one of his pet hates?

Say, Gareth, cat got your tongue?

Two big partys both need the support of a third small party to get the numbers to govern. One old stager’s moment has come, and he loves the spotlight, so he’s draggin’ it out.

A Promising Tomorrow?

There he stands, mirror held in trembling hand,
‘NOW who’s the First and fairest in MMP New Zealand?’
The mirror reflected back on one more mottled than tanned,
A countenance carrying, let’s face it, a myriad of lines in the sand.

His preen- preparations had taken much longer than planned-
But didn’t that dapper dude look grand when he took the stand?
Thursdays deadline lies in the past for our handsome man in command,
He’ll hold on till next week, then he’ll hold out ANOTHER ransom demand.