The media fascination about Kim Dotcom has bemused me.
I’m pleased to find that Trans Tasman is similarly unimpressed:
You could fire a shotgun down the corridor of Parliament’s press gallery offices on Wednesday afternoon and not hit anyone. Not, one hopes, you would want to do such a thing, although it is possible the thought brings a gleam to the eye of more than few MPs.
But most of the gallery media team was crammed into a committee room waiting for the Man of the Decade, Kim Dotcom Superstar, to make his appearance.
Dotcom managed to walk in, like a normal mortal, rather than appear in a puff of smoke, manifest himself in a burning bush, or be beamed down like some character from science fiction. Which was disappointing, in its way. It wasn’t the only disappointment.
The panting enthusiasm for Dotcom and all his works takes a great deal of explaining… no: actually, it is beyond explanation. The hope was, of course, the internet entrepreneur and convicted fraudster would appear before the Intelligence and Security Select Committee and say rude things about the Prime Minister.
As it is not too difficult to find people to say rude things about the Prime Minister, it was never clear just what the big deal was. Hell, most of the media write or broadcast rude things about the Prime Minister on an almost daily basis. If Dotcom had any revelations to make it would have been different but of course he doesn’t know any more than any of us: only he was spied on and he is not happy about it.
He was rather keen on democracy, and not keen on the GCSB, he told MPs. The most exiting events of the hearing were the Dotcom Megastar sweated: the Prime Minister blushed.
Neither is really worth making headline news.
I think this is the first time I’ve written a post about Dotcom because I’ve been unable to find anything that justifies one except the question of why the media has given him so much attention.