If you had assembled the Fawlty Towers crowd, Chevy Chase and Daffy Duck in a slanging match over the housekeeping costs, it could not have out-done the recent public, verbal brawl about a supposedly low profile body, the DPS.
That dirt-digging Labourite extraordinaire, Pete Hodgson was at his questionable best (worst?) when describing how our erstwhile (his preferred) leader, manfully rejected DPS services while on holiday or attending the gym.
Now in full cry, Pete and his mates advised the world of the location of a DPS base.
Nothing or no-one was spared. The relentless media added to the farce by repeatedly filming and photographing DPS officers, thus ensuring that should one encounter any of them in the street, or on the beach with the kids, recognition would be instant.
The Police Minister and even the Prime Minister were grilled, to the delight of those who were enjoying this three ringed circus, orchestrated to embarrass the Government and in the process, making us all look like citizens of a Banana Republic.
And, of course, let's not forget Hone Harawira's outburst, singing the praises of the leader of arguably, some of the most bloodthirsty murderers on record. Notwithstanding his later apology, do not be surprised if elements, with more than a little loyalty to the 'Departed”, sense a racial division in God's Own, worth developing.
Frank Smead, Mt Maunganui.