23 October 2013
Final word on Clown, I promise!
Today, he has been having a
cry about his private life being made public. Len, you're a
tosser. You were bonking her during work hours, while we're paying your
wages! Piss off.
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20 October 2013
It's ok, Len, you can breathe easily now, Bevan Chuang is allowing you play the victim card!
I see from the ongoing saga that Len Brown's ex-mistress has sent him a [not very] private email saying she's very sorry for the distress she caused him, at the same time that Clown takes his wife for a public cuppa - showing what a caring man he really is.
Good on ya, Bevan - I'm pleased to see you apologising to him, because it was, of course, all your fault!
It's your fault that Clown seduced you, took you to swanky hotels and screwed you silly; it's your fault he sloped off while being paid quarter of a million bucks a year of ratepayer money; it's your fault he used the ratepayer-funded mayoral car to pick you up to take on these sex romps; it's your fault he misused council property by rooting you in the Ngati Whatua Room; and it is your fault that his marriage is now on the rocks.
I'm sure, in Len Brown's excuse for a mind, he sees you as the very incarnation of Eve. Instead of a poisoned apple, you brought him shame and humiliation, and it's all your goddamned fault!
Just think for a second, you evil bitch, of the pain poor Len's wife and children are going through. Here they were, a lovely happy family, and you go and shatter their peace by admitting to an affair with the mayor.
Ok, now I have that off my chest, I'd like to issue a
short message to Bevan Chuang:
NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
None of it; not a second, not the release to the papers, not the shit-storm, and above all, not the damage to the marriage.
I don't doubt you were coerced into releasing details of the story, but that doesn't make it your fault either - it just means you've been done twice: first by Brown, then by his opponents.
In fact, if there is a single person who comes out of this with credit, it is you! You have stayed professional, and been honest about your life to the point of incredulity - I'm sure the panties Clown bought you are the most-famous Kiwi panties since some woman admitted to passing Paul Holmes her panties under a table.
You have no need to apologise. The mess is entirely of Brown's making. By apologising, you are allowing him to claim victim status, and that does yourself and every woman alive a disservice.
Evolution neatly explains why power is an aphrodisiac, and unless this is the
most-successful honey trap since Marcus Wolf-engineered ones in the 1960s, then
there can be no other interpretation of the episode. Even if she has used Brown
for her own political or career goals, there is no blame on her, because it is
blatantly obvious who had the power in the relationship.
One thing is important to remember - I don't care whether Brown roots 100 women, as long as he does it in his own time. Morals are not my concern, nor should they be anyone else's. What is at stake here is the ever-increasing height of the bar before publicly-elected officials become accountable to those who pay their wages: us.
We have already seen Shane Jones booking porn on his government credit card and getting away with it, Len Brown buying personal items on his city-funded one and getting away with it, Key lying through his teeth on John Banks, State Energy and the GCSB and getting away with it, and now, we have the spectre of a mayor who has misused public property, and his position, to aid his sex life.
And it looks very much like he will get away with it as well, especially now that he can play victim.
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