By New New Zealand News correspondent Charles Harrison In a belligerent press conference, John Key has admitted he isn’t sure what the GCSB does.
Scientists trapped in record Antarctic sea ice retracing voyage of 100 years ago. What has happened to global warming? — Robin Grieve (@RobinGrieve4ACT) December 25, 2013
The first thing that you have to understand about military spending in America is that we have to spend that money.
So, hasn’t Eleanor Catton made a bit of a splash. In 18 months she’s gone from Cultural Golden Girl, praised by the Prime Minister as being super intelligent, to political pariah and one of those disgusting Green voters.
For the sake of argument, let’s say that you are a 56-year-old lobbyist for the Chamber of Commerce, which is a DC-based trade association that influences lawmakers on behalf of enormous corporations.
I’ve just returned from Australia for Wellington Anniversary weekend and it struck me how honesty seems to be a one way street.
If we don’t continue to publish cartoons of Mohammad then the terrorists will have won!
John and I had been hanging out a lot. In fact he’d been coming over to our house pretty regularly since he discovered I had an original Optimus Prime transformer.
On the afternoon the Martin Place Siege was happening, I tweeted the following (and no, don’t worry, it’s not flippant):
By Scott Milne There has been quite a bit of discussion about the role of the press, and some on the left – me included – perhaps a bit critical of the role that the press has played in Dirty Politics.
She’s pretty much everyone’s favourite Labour MP. Despite all the in-fighting and muck-raking and general ickiness that has beset the Labour party
Andrew Little is straight up and down. He’s a man of no bullshit. What you see is what you get. He’ll give you answers that are honest and thoughtful. That’s the narrative that he wants to build.
So the election of Andrew Little was met with a wailing of teeth from my Twitter feed.
American Political Batshit: An Explanation by Adam Dawson
It’s 3am and my children are safe and asleep. There’s a phone in my bedroom, on my bedside table in fact.
In which our intrepid author continues his Gonzo adventures.
This is the beginning of a new sporadic series in which I go out and have gonzo adventures with well known New Zealanders. If you have any suggestions for whom I could adventure with next, please let me know.