When Labour's Shane Jones is not trying to be a smart arse, is not engaging in contrived theatrical histrionics, is not spitting all over the poor bastard seated in front of him, he comes across quite well. Almost civilized, even.
Today Adolf happened to see his speech on the Seafoods something or other bill and he was very impressive. For a time, coherent. Full marks.
Regrettably, he was followed by some dork from National who stumbled through an awful mangled and embarrassing attempt at a greeting in Maori. It was the fool from Whangarei, Heatley.
If people have insufficient brains to learn how to correctly pronounce the beautifully melodic and phonetic Maori language they should not make goats of themselves in public.
Phil Heatley, go away, a long long way, and learn the language.