He needs a hat with bells on it.
Shoes might be more appropriate.
Will the people of Epsom suck it up and vote for him, regardless?
Forgive me if I've got it wrong, but aren't the people of Epsom being mustered into voting for this wannabe seatwarmer? Whatever useful idiot status Whyte currently enjoys will surely have evaporated by xmas.
To quote William Blake
“Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?”
Rape on the stage, comic musical theatre from the 50s. Repopularised by the now outed dirty old man Rolf Harris in the 70s.
I guess there was a kind of inevitability at work there, as Harris essentially reworked the fag-end of vaudeville and the music hall tradition into a TV career. There were still a few "lightning sketch artists" around in my distant childhood, who'd emerge from retirement to enliven small-town variety shows. Then suddenly there was this doofus on TV acting like he'd invented it.
King Kapisi - adding a bit of gummi bear to Dotcom's machine-made musical Würstchen.
For everything that he is being picked on for , he seems to have been held to account (except he didn’t credit Joe Wylie’s art that we noticed)
Just before we let that one go, hopefully forever, I very much doubt that Dotcom was personally involved, despite it happening on his Twitter feed. When he confronted John Key with his impassioned and highly articulate invoking of NZ's anti-nuclear history, I was impressed. All of that went out the window, however, when I watched his godawful video featuring the expensive Obama impersonator. What a sorry piece of self-indulgence. Obviously I'd mistaken a calculating chutzpah for passion.
I really don't get the down with the kids Dotcom schtick. Like his comsumption-masquerading-as-creativity "music" it seems awfully club-footed and condescending. Seriously, Pam Corkery dusted off from the frozen tombs and recycled as Harre's press secretary? The flaunted maharajah lifestyle has about as much to do with social justice as buying a lotto ticket. Sue Bradford understands this. Even if she never returns to public life she's already made a more significant contribution to making this country a better place than Dotcom ever will.
If he’s so keen to splash his money around, perhaps he could pay some to the out-of-pocket investors in letsbuyit.com
I'm sure the out of pocket investors would understand that the dosh was needed for more pressing gestures, like this.
Which, btw, took place after he'd been "radicalised" by his Mt Eden incarceration.
It’s interesting reading views about the time written by the children of Rogernomics, and what is accepted as fact.
Glad to have had the opportunity to read Harvey McQueen's The Ninth Floor (thank you Ian Dalziel), a far from self-serving account by an insider of the tensions within the fracturing Lange administration. Yesterday's apparent ephemera becomes today's solid history.
When I think of my parents, on a relatively low income, putting all their spare change into these little white plastic Labour ‘78 and then Labour ’81 Election campaign ’piggy-bank’ boxes, with the aim of doing their little bit for the election of a social democratic government (and thousands around the Country doing the same thing despite barely being able to afford it)…. the sheer arrogance and zealotry of Douglas, Prebble, (the particularly waspish) Bassett and their fellow-travellers defies belief !
I remember the rueful late 80s reminiscences of an elderly guy from the Princes Street branch of the Labour Party, about the young Richard Prebble. Despite being a tad disconcerted by Prebble’s differently abled haircut and ghastly jumpers, the old party stalwarts agreed that he was the best thing that had happened to them in some time.
The pumping station that later became Kelly Tarlton's had a nice highly visible tag: NZ: DISCO DUMP.