Last week I pointed out how New Zealand women had become smitten with New Zealand Initiative boss Oliver Hartwich and for the eight years he’s been here, have, according to Internal Affairs, been naming their babies after him.
I’ve broken into shaking fits recently but have happily now located the problem. It transpires I’ve been going through withdrawal symptoms as it’s nigh on six weeks since the Herald last gave the greatest piece of journalistic fiction in this country’s history a run, namely “The Tragic Life and Death of Sonny Fai”. They first created this non-story 12 years back and have used it regularly as a filler ever since.
There’s been lots of talk of a potential Trump political come-back. That will not happen as his name, non-influential halfwit deplorables aside, is now mud. Here’s the give-away.
Recently Australian Opposition leader Anthony Albanese was reportedly shaken but otherwise OK after a motor accident, a classic case surely of shaken but not stirred.
Thousands of books have already been written about Trump, the vast majority justifiably expressing abhorrence. There will be thousands to come, trying to explain how in the greatest economy and democracy in history, this disaster could have happened. I think it’s explicable.