Temper, temper. If we thought the over-long election campaign and the interminable wait for a coalition deal were crotchety, crabby affairs, the aftermath seems to be shaping up like a bar room brawl. It’s been only a week or so since the coalition was finally formed, but already wild punches and wilder insults are being thrown about. Has there been an outbreak of canine distemper inside the beltway?
Te Pāti Māori is always up for a scrap. Even before the State Opening of Parliament last Wednesday, Te Pāti Rumble had its troops out in the streets for protests that were originally called “Don’t Fuck With Our Whakapapa”
