A lobby group commissions a pollster with a disciplinary record. A government needs good news on cost of living. Here's how to tell a real poll from a manufactured one — and which one you should actually believe.
A government that pays landlords $2.92 billion and tells dying teenagers to ask mum and dad instead — this is not fiscal discipline, it is triage by spreadsheet, and the spreadsheet was built to fail Māori first.
How Gael Finlayson-Davis's 70s-Something Courage Exposes Exactly What a Neoliberal Coalition Is Trying to Bury
Marama Davidson is planting seeds across South Auckland. The Herald is pouring salt on the soil with a pollster who moonlights for Labour — and calling it journalism.
They did not fail to feed the tamariki. They costed it, minuted it, and chose the landlords instead — 47,500 more children pushed into hardship while $2.9 billion went up the ladder. The moral failure is not hidden. It is filed, footnoted, and signed by ministers of the Crown.
They put their promise to Ngāpuhi in writing, then tore it up 263 days later — because Federated Farmers asked them to and the Taxpayers' Union paid to make them. This is not reform. It is an auction, and the whenua is the lot on the block.
They didn't debate Te Tiriti out of the classroom — they tried to disappear it in a paperwork shuffle, and when the OIA request cracked the cabinet open, they blamed a "mistake." I don't believe in mistakes that happen twice, in the same direction, by the same hand.
They are holding a match over the pātaka, charging the public for the petrol, dressing up discarded politicians as "the next generation" — and now asking to be paid again to put out the fire they lit themselves.
A white-supremacist-adjacent neoliberal coalition sent New Zealand's flag into a Washington summit built on a fifty-year-old statistic, while the actual killers of Christchurch keep organising, unwatched, in our own backyard.
The Taniwha Beneath the Zombie Line
The Messages Kia ora Aotearoa, I hope you acknowledged Matariki in your own way and are well. On the morning of 10 July 2026, Paul Moon sent two messages to me via LinkedIn in response to my prior essay on his affiliations and platform choices. Message One, 7:38am: "
They dipped our fathers in PCP, buried the evidence under concrete, and now they’re sinking petrol tanks into the same poisoned whenua — then asking Māori to smile at the ribbon‑cutting.