"THE POISONED KETE: HOW WINSTON PETERS SELLS ROTTEN KAI AND CALLS IT A FEAST" - 19 April 2026
He spent three years handing the duopoly a pitchfork — now he's selling you the handle and calling it revolution.
He spent three years handing the duopoly a pitchfork — now he's selling you the handle and calling it revolution.
How a Convicted Liquidator, an Australian Gold Miner and a White-Supremacist Neoliberal Government Are Strip-Mining Te Tiriti, Tikanga and the Truth
He called our culture mumbo jumbo. When held to account, he called a private citizen a plonker, sicced his audience on him, wrote a song mocking him, and then demanded the government fire the referee. This is not free speech. This is colonialism in a podcast studio.
They Don't Want to Free You. They Want to Cage You in a Whare That Looks Like Home — And Your Own Party Is Building the Cage From the Inside.
He promised to fix the economy. He broke the people. Now the people are breaking him.
He took the Crown's money. He took the community's trust. He took a seat at every table that set the rules. And Māori in the Eastern Bay of Plenty kept dying early. That is not coincidence. That is architecture.
A Finance Minister who cannot run a fuel queue cosplays as a diplomat while the pātaka burns
A letter from the floor of the Pacific to the spine of a dying regime — for Jim Gill of California, whose maunga stands in Aotearoa waters while his son-in-law drives the taiaha
They built a dam to stop the tuna. The tuna is still moving. And it is carrying 900 receipts.
When the river remembers everything — and the mayor remembers nothing.
They gave you 14 chairs and sold you the medicine. They built the stage, hired the cameras, and called it compassion. We call it colonialism with a drip bag.
How a PwC Partner Climbed into the Crown's Social Investment Machine, Steered It Toward Her Mates, and Jumped Overboard Before It Hit the Reef