Get down on your knees and give thanks, everybody, we have all been saved from a fate worse than death by a man (presume it's a man but I could well be wrong - whoever it is doesn't have the guts to identify him or herself publicly) who calls himself a road sign.
No Right Turn.
Why would you call yourself a road sign? Perhaps he had a crush on that Australian rock band when he was little.
No matter. This person has selflessly sacrificed his time to battle away at bureaucracy, has spent who-knows-how-much taxpayers' dollars, to bring us crucial information sent to the Prime Minister by a gossip columnist.
Is your life not a whole lot better for knowing what she wrote?
Did you not wake up so much happier last week with the knowledge that Rachel Glucina texted John Key and said (drum roll please):
"Piece of work. Massive political agenda."
No! Rachel Glucina should be shot at dawn for that.
"Massive political agenda" is a pretty heinous aspersion to cast at an innocent young woman just doing her job working hard at a café, trying not to have her ponytailgate pulled.
Nobody these days has a "massive political agenda". It's just not done. Especially when they choose to tell their story on a completely neutral bombsite blog operated by a fair-minded rational person like Martyn Bradbury.
Annette King was one senior MP prepared to speak out in favour of Road Sign's heroic uncovering of the unspeakable horrors of this text message. So let's hope we can look forward to the more transparency in the future when MPs, Ministers or Prime Ministers receive unsolicited messages to which they don't reply.
There must be examples from the past....like, oh I don't know, perhaps messages Hon Annette King herself received when a sexual complaint was made against poor Darren Hughes when he was living at King's house, and which caused Hughes to resign from Parliament. Yes I know, this too was a beat-up, like the above so-called Ponytailgate.
But it's vital we know about the itty-bitty details of this minutiae. Not only does it keep the morons occupied in front of their computers all day, whining about what goes on Parliament, it makes their dreadfully bland lives just that little tiny bit less dreary.
And what would they do without something to hang a gate on?
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