Three days now and there is nothing left to take the piss out of. I can't pretend to be anything but delighted with the results of Saturday's little contest. John Key as Prime Minister at the head of a National Government with more of an Act presence than I had hoped for to put lead in JK's pencil. Labour consigned to opposition for at least three years. My two least favourite people on the planet falling on their swords. Winston Peters and his useless party consigned to the rubbish tip of history. The Greens neutered by increasing their number of parliamentary seats. No, a very satisfactory outcome.
But what does the future hold for the above mentioned wastrels. I don't really care to be honest. Dear Ex Leader today took up the Foreign Ministry portfolio. Well that's going to last isn't it? It's like having the Bentley taken away and being very content to drive the Corolla for the next three years. She'll use the copious quantity of air miles that come with the job to find herself a nice cushy overseas number I'll be bound. History Boy. I care even less what happens to him. Labour have ushered in the bright new future with a leader and Deputy (The Goof and the Dental Nurse) with 51 years of parliamentary experience between them. Glad they didn't use the old guard for the New Look.
Winston Raymond Peters, who was harder to kill than Rasputin, seems to have finally have had the stake put through the heart. Three years till he can make another tilt at it by which time 80% of his supporters will have died. The only places I can see him cropping up are in IRD enquiries or Courts of Law.
The Greens. Old Botox face was waxing lyrical on Saturday night about how their position had been strengthened with more seats in the house. Bollocks. They may have more MPs but they are ersatz members who can do nothing. The Greens now have as much influence as to the course the country takes as a fart in a thunder storm. They are irrelevant and it couldn't happen to a nicer mob. They are paying the price for being watermelons. All credentials as a green party are gone. They are communists in drag more interested in social engineering than whale saving. Sue Bradford has as many 'green' credentials as the CEO of Exxon. Unless they get rid of the aforementioned harridan, The Member for Cambodia and Russell Norman they will vanish.
I must say that three days out my feelings are still those of relief that it is all over. I trust JK (hear that Helen, you evil woman?) and just am happy that the Electoral Finance Act will be repealed; there will be no food commisar, or whatever he was to be called, telling me what I can put in my fridge. The continuous procession of other similar controlling drivel we have been fed over the last nine years will now stop. A razor gang (and wouldn't Roger Douglas be the perfect head honcho for that) is about to walk through the Civil Service. I am delighted that the new PM has a wife (female and looks it) with whom he lives in the same house. They have two kids who look like normal teenagers; the daughter even has the appalling dress sense that only teenagers can have. I am looking forward to the country being run by a normal bloke - or as my wife puts it 'We now have a proper Prime Minister'.
However I am under no illusion that a lot of the evil done to the country over the last nine years will be undone as it should be. We won't get the Privy Council back. There will be no return of knighthoods. The antismacking bill will not be repealed. Prostitution will not be recriminalized. Same sex civil unions won't be given the flick. I doubt the drinking age will be raised - and so on and so forth. But at least the rot has been stopped in its tracks. I hope its not too late in places where it really matters - like education.
No, I just have to wait and see what happens now. Blogging has just become a lot harder. A faint glimmer on the horizon. Rodney has started talking about ditching the Emissions Trading Scam which is, of course, the only thing to be done with it. Mr Nice has said that there will be an ETS of some sort. A little soupcon of conflict in this new world viewed through rose coloured right of centre glasses perchance?
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