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Winston on fire in the house

Heres a great clip of Winston Peters (NZFirst, List) having a crack at the National party during the budget debate. Say what you like about Winnie, he sure can put on a show.

Hat tip: The Standard

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  1. Superior Mind says:

    I can’t help feeling that Peters would make a good Prime Minister. He’d be inappropriate, he’d embarrass us and God knows who he’d offend – but dammit it would be an entertaining couple of years.

    “Rumplestiltskinites” is a great word by the way.

  2. Fred Flintstone says:

    “David Farrar rumpelstiltskinites”

    Ahahaha, classic.

  3. Shaun says:

    He ripped that place up.

    Good show.

  4. I like the subtle allusions he makes to poor old Nick Smith. We all know what he’s been through…

  5. I’m gonna have to agree with superior mind, but only because masochism is fascinating

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