Have you lost the will to live yet? Don’t bother answering. That’s a rhetorical question. We have all lost the will to live. At the time of writing – having to write that is the very definition of having lost the will to live –we have been waiting a month for something, anything, to happen. We are all still locked in that room with the clock that stopped on election night.
As political tactics go, it’s not a bad strategy. If we’ve all lost the will to live we won’t care about the outcome of National’s cobbled-together government, as long as something, anything, happens. Oh, they all agreed Winston Peters can be President for Life? Whatever.