
New Zealand Green Party MP, Gareth Hughes outside the Beehive (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hypocrites that Make me Piss Blood, Number 1 in a series.
The Green Prince of Courtney Place.
Greetings brothers,
Some days I look at Facebook and enjoy catching up with the avalanche of posts from my friends. And by friends I mean;
- Family
- Friends I have met
- Online friends
- People of interest
- Random names I have accepted into my online life
- And then those people that make me piss blood and need to be kept an eye on.
Gareth Hughes is in the last category.
It is not the fact that this princeling is an unelectable dickhead, nor the fact that he is a green MP that is making me piss blood right now.
Those of you that have kept a beady eye on him will know exactly what I am talking about at this point.
Yup. This man is traveling the country at such a frenetic pace currently, that I fear he may bend/frack the space time continuum or Clark Kent the planet into reverse.
Sadly for those poor dwarf dolphins that he constantly blathers on about I doubt (for doubt I actually mean know) that he is not travelling on Shank’s pony or even taking the old charabanc to these empty hall meetings that seem to be happening at opposite ends of the country on an almost hourly basis.
The meetings in question are all about his maniacal need for the human race to stop. And by stop I actually mean he wants most of us to die and the remaining few to rub shit on each other to keep warm and only eat sticks and leaves (and then only sticks and leaves that have fallen of a bush/plant/tree).
Well fuck him. And the rest of the greedy born to rule arseholes that trough their way from one end of the country to another preaching about everything that would deny me and mine a prosperous/well lit/warm existence.
I want us to dig some wealth up and put the lumpenproletariat to work in Northland and Poverty Bay and anywhere else we can extract some money.
And until Gareth Hughes starts walking the walk when it comes to not being a greedy little carbon pig he can kiss my arse.
Give up the taxpayer funded flights and Koru club matey boy.
You are young enough to not be a techtard aren’t you? How about Skype, or videocall or any other method that does not require you to be one of the most expensive MP’s in the country.
Look Gareth Hughes up on Twitter if you are too embarassed to have anybody know he is a Facebook friend and see for yourself how this twat is singlehandedly keeping Air New Zealands share price up with the help of parliamentary services travel desk…
Thanks for listening, I am off to defrost a few of those Hector’s steaks now. Lime and chili dressing methinks.
Next instalment ideas I am mulling over.
- Where does Mallard fill his cialis prescriptions?
- Will Shearer resist the pressure and not give Swiss Ball the opportunity to come back and groom in the Capital funded by you and I?
- The sickening sight of the Green party co-leader going to Hitler’s playbook to try and stop his countrymen getting their money out of a farm?
- A look at how many new MPs have just set up private super schemes based around recently purchased rental property/offices?
- A tale of misery about unrequited love over a sausage sandwich at Stag Park decades ago and how it is now too late to do anything about it coz she married the bloke who ordered bacon and egg sandwiches.