Chris Trotter and Winston went on a camping trip. After a good dinner and finishing off a bottle of fine whiskey, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.
Some hours later, Winston wakes up and nudges his faithful friend.
‘Trotsky, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
"I see millions and millions of stars, Winston,” replies Trotter.
“And what do you deduce from that?”
Trotter ponders for a minute.
“Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Pisces. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past four."
“Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.
Metaphorically, I can see millions and millions of voters, twinkling in the electoral canvas of New Zealand politics, guiding your path in the darkness. As an analogy, the stars are like journalists, distant and numerous, unable to shine a light on your electoral finances. The moon is like the Privileges Committee, only able to shine reflected light from the sun, and therefore can be resisted. The sun of course, is the Serious Fraud Office and if dawn comes before the election, we shall fear its disinfecting light and must seek the shelter of the legal labyrinths of the catacombs below earth.
What does it tell you, Winston?”
Winston was silent for a moment. ‘Trotter you idiot!” he says. “It doesn't matter how much you bleat about metaphors, similes, analogies, acts of God, journalists, the SFO or whatever, someone has stolen our tent and my cover is blown!”
--ZenTiger
What the? Elementary my dear Watson. It's a rip off from the old Sherlock Holmes and Watson Joke: How about now?
But it's also a reply to Chris Trotter's Friday Editorial in the DomPost, which I don't have handy. Chris spends most his time defending Winston on a whole bunch of irrelevant issues, when we just want to understand how a political party that plays a pivotal role in keeping the government propped up, manages to avoid declaring some $250,000(?) in donations and sundry monetary transfers from various accounts to the standards demanded by their Party Leader of other Parties.
Some hours later, Winston wakes up and nudges his faithful friend.
‘Trotsky, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
"I see millions and millions of stars, Winston,” replies Trotter.
“And what do you deduce from that?”
Trotter ponders for a minute.
“Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Pisces. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past four."
“Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.
Metaphorically, I can see millions and millions of voters, twinkling in the electoral canvas of New Zealand politics, guiding your path in the darkness. As an analogy, the stars are like journalists, distant and numerous, unable to shine a light on your electoral finances. The moon is like the Privileges Committee, only able to shine reflected light from the sun, and therefore can be resisted. The sun of course, is the Serious Fraud Office and if dawn comes before the election, we shall fear its disinfecting light and must seek the shelter of the legal labyrinths of the catacombs below earth.
What does it tell you, Winston?”
Winston was silent for a moment. ‘Trotter you idiot!” he says. “It doesn't matter how much you bleat about metaphors, similes, analogies, acts of God, journalists, the SFO or whatever, someone has stolen our tent and my cover is blown!”
--ZenTiger
What the? Elementary my dear Watson. It's a rip off from the old Sherlock Holmes and Watson Joke: How about now?
But it's also a reply to Chris Trotter's Friday Editorial in the DomPost, which I don't have handy. Chris spends most his time defending Winston on a whole bunch of irrelevant issues, when we just want to understand how a political party that plays a pivotal role in keeping the government propped up, manages to avoid declaring some $250,000(?) in donations and sundry monetary transfers from various accounts to the standards demanded by their Party Leader of other Parties.
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