When a blog unsuccessfully attacks on a conspiracy basis Whaleoil and myself on the right and then to the left Mallard, Curran and Pagani – and we have all spent time successfully refuting all conspiracy theories as nonsensical.
You have to ask – do The Stranded have any credibility left as a blog?
The new leadership of Labour could do nothing better than to ensure that no Labour staffers are involved in authoring, associated with or handing information to such a rag tag discredited anonymous unaccountable blog. The only reason the posters are anonymous is to protect their employment. Lynn has been clear about this. Which is code for they all have political positions and shouldn’t be blogging in the first instance, least of all attacking their mates on the left.
The same goes for The Greens if Mallard’s claim as to the identity of Zetetic is correct. To do this both organizations will have to find out who is authoring the sort of posts above under anonymous pen names and staining the left with inaccuracy, conspiracy and attacking even their own with lies.
Kind of ironic really The Stranded takes so many pot shots at Red Alert.
With all the VRWC backing Shearer and with the revelations of his plotting being conducted at a BBQ at Matthew Hooton’s house afte the election I call David Shearer the Manchurian Candidate.
Compare that with 2010, where I had more than 3 million page views and over 1,200,000 visits to the site. I am very happy with the massive increase in traffic and readership.
To do that I wrote 4405 posts averaging 12 posts a day. Latterly that has been around 20 posts a day.
Many thanks to my loyal readers and commenters for your continued support.
I got to know long-time personal piñatas and found that they were — can you believe it? — human beings, often perfectly nice human beings with perfectly nice families. Even worse, the first words out of their mouths were sometimes, “I admire your work” — and once an author hears that, his estimation of the person voicing this pleasing judgment immediately rises. (She thinks I’m good, therefore she must be good.) At that moment your inventory of ready-made-always-available-in-a-pinch targets would be diminished by one, and since the list is never really that long, the loss of one would be serious. Of course, it might be the case that the person you have learned to dislike in print is even more dislikable in the flesh (oh happy day!), but you can’t count on that and so it is better, all things considered, not to take any chances.
I took some time out before the election to shoot rabbits:
My favourite Kiwiblog posts are when he just copies and pastes something from Whaleoil and then puts some one sentence comment underneath it like he wants to be a real blogger. Kiwiblog is the Lion Red of blogs – very popular, but bland and and poor quality.
Trevor Mallard, when given a choice between telling the truth or telling a lie always picks telling a lie.
Phil Goff suggests blacksmithing as the kind of jobs for the future of New Zealand. With the Greens gaining strength at the expense of Labour he may well be right.
Labour bombed their website again, confusing Maryan Street with Clayton Cosgrove. A simple mistake I know, they are so similar in appearance, but proof yet again that Labour are unfit to govern.
On October 14 I publish details of a planned dirty tricks campaign but an as yet unknown group. I even publish the mock up of their attack and the fact they are seeking quotes. This story explodes into the media a few short weeks later.
Labour candidate Christine Rose blames John Key for Pike River, the Christchurch Earthquake and for the Rena running aground.
Andrew Little does his leadership aspirations a bit of harm in attacking an Auckland City Councillor.
I blog about Labour’s future women…unfortunately none of them got elected because Labour promoted their harpies, harridans and nasties above the lookers.
Phil Goff still keeps voter up with the play at his hobby farm via Twitter. He even tells us he has bought a new puppy but is unsure as to the breed.
Labour and their proxies ran a nasty, dirty smear campaign in Epsom. They tried to get the media to run a particularly nasty smear but none did. Eventually I suspect that the details about the smear will get an airing and then David Parker won’t be looking so smug.
Giving dirty pinkos the top award is beyond the pale. I won an award:
The Loudest Prick Award for Blatant Continual Shit Stirring – Whaleoil
There is too much material to list here. No one on the internet in New Zealand politics is louder, ruder or often more tongue in cheek hypocritical than the Whale. Only Whaleoil can hurl abuse at the Labour Party then call them “nasty” when they hurl shit and abuse back. Between breaking many stories this year and being the cause of Union strikes, Whale has exceeded expectations from even his friends and allies for being completely and utterly outrageous in the wooden spooning of shit.
The Disappearing Prick Award for blogging underachievement – David Farrar
David? Where art thou David? If your face was full up in a pile of muff we may have forgiven you but you have been largely absent this year with other stuff on your mind. We end the year with pictures from Safari in Africa. By far David’s best series of posts of the year after some short spurts post election. A much larger effort is required in 2012 from our Jedi Grand Master Yoga.
Prisoners with alcohol and drug addictions have to deal with it. We don’t offer alcohol to prisoners with alcohol addictions or P to prisoners with methamphetamine addictions. This is a prison, it’s not a home. — Judith Collins, http://bit.ly/dCYt9E
