All that is left is a 'gaggle' of amateurish incompetents, none of whom appears to have a clue about real politics. It is a strange mix of Monty Pythonesque Clouseau-like characters snooping around looking for dirt on John Key, dullard ex shop stewards, exuberantly useless fourth form pranksters and fully depreciated political matrons whose busts and bums have fallen along with their party's poll ratings.
In all this there are two sources of great sport:-
- What will their next dumbarse stupid trick be? God knows.
Laurel and Hardy look like scholarly sages compared with this lot.
So, what on earth will they do next? I'm at a loss to imagine anything that would top their recent performance. It's almost got to the stage that if one of their MPs was caught having his or her way with a Hansard steno behind the Speaker's chair, nobody would blink.
- What will the next batch of opinion polls do for what's left of Labour?
Of course it will not happen because there is no Head Master or Head Prefect anymore.
They are both in New York.