Serial Troughing

From one trough to the next?

There is nothing left to chance in politics. When Sue Bradford announced she was leaving Parliament, it was obvious the last rat was leaving the sinking Green ship. Disillusioned? Yeah right. How could such a seasoned irritant, a thick-skinned trouble-maker with the tenacity of a rutting rhinoceros get “disillusioned” by a little thing like losing out on the co-leadership of a rag-tag band of misfits, militants, and vegans?

Not before it’s due, the Green Party is over. They’ve reached the outer fringe of society and unless they make Waiheke Island an electorate of its own I’ll be surprised if the Greens have any role at all in the next government.

So Bradford, unable to sustain feeding at the public trough for much longer, has hung up her stilettos and has her eye on a more local, and probably lucrative trough, the new Auckland Super-City (sounds too much like Stoopid-City to be taken seriously.)

Name me ONE thing, ONE organisation that has become more efficient, more cost-effective, and more effective by becoming LARGER, by being swallowed up by an even larger organisation. Name me one.

So even though Len Brown – and his new best friend and potential 2IC Sue Bradford – don’t have a hope in Hell of winning the Mayoralty of the new metropolis, they’re still going to give it a go.

So I think it’s a bit rich that only a few days after dumping her political toys out of the cot, suddenly the possibility of running for council in her own back yard pops up over herbal tea and vegan scones?

Yeah, right!