So Waitangi’s been and gone for another year. Ngāpuhi haters and Harawiras alike have had their time in the sun again, and what have ordinary law-abiding New Zealanders learned? Well firstly many have learned what a dildo is. I know many of my listernship thought dildo was a character in The Lord of the Rings before Steven Joyce was hit by one, but now sales of pink marital aides have gone through the roof, particularly in St Heliers and Remuera.
We’ve also learned that Maori elders are divided on many issues, like who to invite to get bored to death and jostled in the early morning light on the downstairs marae of Waitingi. But more importantly we’ve learned that John Key is a gallant national hero who is happy to man up to intimidation from pensioner kaumatua and won’t stand for any Maori nonsense. He was sexily passive agressive in the face of elderly Maori RSVP confusion and classically nonchalant about whether he’d get an opportunity to be jostled at Te Tii. For me it was one of the sexiest moments of his incredibly sexy prime ministership. There’s nothing that turns me on more in a Pakeha statesman than someone standing up to Maori tribal befuddlement.
I’ve got thickness just talking about it.
Happy days. We’ll see you tomorrow.