So, just when Don Brash is in trouble, Ian Wishart "coincidentally" dumps his "explosive" pile of steaming sewage. While its a vicious smear, at the same time I'm left wondering whether this is really the best they can come up with. Sure, it might be shocking to conservative Christians like Wishart and his Brethren chums, but really, this is the Century of the Anchovy, you know.
More generally, my attitude to this is the same as it was in the case of Don Brash: I don't want to know, and I don't really care. It might be amusing, it might be titillating, it might be unexpected, but fundamentally its none of my business who other people screw, or how, or how many at once, or where, or what they prefer to use as props. Provided everyone involved is a consenting adult, then it is none of my business. I don't want politicians thinking about my bedroom, and I sure as hell don't want to think about theirs.
Meanwhile, it will be interesting to see whether National decides to go with the smear, and stands up in Parliament to demand that a Minister account for his (alleged) private sexual behaviour - something for which he has no Ministerial responsibility, unless he was doing it on the office desk - or whether they will treat Wishart's panty sniffing with the scorn it deserves, and vigorously disassociate themselves from their proxy.
