Imperator Fish thinks David Cunliffe should be the next Labour leader.
I thought that was a genuine view as a member of the party.
But he’s also got a gift for satire and Steve Braunias’ Secret Diary of David Cunliffe made me wonder.
Hallelujah! A new day. A new day for New Zealand. A new day for New Zealand in a new way, and it only added to the excitement when I cut myself shaving with a new razor. I sent out a press release. A crowd gathered. They watched me bleed for New Zealand.
When they left, I got busy. There was a job of work at hand. I bent my head to the task. I applied a dab of Endymoion cologne (a sensual fusion of citrus, spices and leather, $225), ran a Kent switchblade comb (handmade from sawcut resin, $35) though my hair, and looked at my reflection in a pair of Joseph Cheaney shoes (oak bark soles, $895). I liked what I saw.
That left five minutes to kill before the press conference announcing my bid to lead the Labour Party, so I analysed the latest Treasury reports, studied the economic situation in Japan, Ghana, and Sweden, and ironed my Marcoliani socks (cashmere, $117).
The conference went well. A crowd gathered. I felt at peace.
. . . Met with my own troops. Looked them up and down. Didn’t want to look too closely. Nanaia Mahuta. Louisa Wall. William Sio. Sue Moroney. Someone called Iain Lees-Galloway.
Oh well. It could be worse. Maybe. . .
Mike Hosking has come out in support of Grant Robertson, and so has Titewhai Harawira.
Poor old Grant. No one deserves that. . .
Just as cartoonists favour certain politicians whose faces lend themselves to caricature, satirists might be biased towards those who make their work easy.
On that basis, if satirists were choosing the leader I think they’d opt for Cunliffe.