BIN LADEN BREAKFAST BLUNDER

TVNZ: A culture of idiocy

BREAKFAST viewers this morning sprayed half chewed baked beans and toast all over their screens in disbelief and rage as the Most Wanted Terrorist In The World(tm) brazenly appeared in the studio poorly disguised as Santa Claus, with presenters completely oblivious to his chilling shenanigans - right in front of the PM.

Celebrity bigot and right wing extremist Paul Henry was performing his weekly lap dance and nude massage upon a beaming Prime Minister John Key whilst asking a series of patsy questions such as "Have you waved at anything nice this week," as bouncy titted co-host and vacuous strumpet Pippa Wetzell giggled inanely into the camera. So far, an ordinary morning on New Zealand's top rating, brain cell rotting breakfast infotainment show.

In the next few minutes however, the crash and tinkle of the nations tea cups collectively smashing on the lino was heard as the unthinkable happened. As the controversial Henry gyrated erotically about the Prime Ministerial groin area, a moon eyed Wetzell announced that Santa Claus himself was about to enter the studio to discuss the effects of the world wide economic meltdown on elves at the North Pole. Instead of the jolly fat man in red, in strode the evil mastermind of the global Al Qaeda terrorist network believed to be responsible for 911, and in fact, stealing Christmas.

As New Zealand reached for their asthma inhalers, Henry, Wetzell, and Key made meaningless small talk with the evil genius, utterly unaware of his true identity. Henry, sitting snug on the Prime Minister's lap, asked if he could set fire to some orphans this December as the country's leader chuckled indulgently, and Wetzell cooed at the monster and asked what his plans would be this coming holiday season.

Neither the ersatz Santa's reply of "Kill the infidel and bring the western satanic crusader zionist alliance to it's knees like a sick dog," nor his repeated statement of "Death to America", nor the fact that it is June, raised any eyebrows at all.

Viewers who had not yet spontaneously combusted jammed the TVNZ switchboard with their complaints, and video of the debacle was swiftly removed from the state owned broadcaster's website.

Later tonight, Close Up is expected to bump a story about a ten kilometre wide asteroid on a collision course with Earth for a live studio appearance from the wretched presenters and the Prime Minister where they will be given a light telling off by performing walrus Mark Sainsbury.

Academics and serious media critics cried foul over TVNZ's culture of idiocy to deafening silence, as New Zealand turned off the telly and went down the fucking pub.

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NAKED BROWNLEE TERRORISES THAMES

"I have a great love for the conservation estate in this country."

ENERGY and Resources Minister Gerry Brownlee mortified residents of Thames today as he rampaged naked through the Coromandel Peninsula township, seemingly completely oblivious to the screams of horror emanating from locals as he jogged sweatily up the main street, waving, winking and attempting to shake hands with residents, several of whom were later treated for shock.

During the six hour long ordeal, the unsuspecting people of Thames were subjected to Brownlee:

• Brazenly manipulating his stubby genitalia at local Iwi whilst shouting something about a "hui" with the Hauraki Kaumatua Kaunihera Council whom he invited to "discuss views about opening up conservation land for mining," as he bounced clumsily from foot to foot in a depraved and insulting dance of quivering buttocks.

• Urinating on several revered landmarks whilst casually yelling at fleeing passersby about "respect for the environment and New Zealand's clean green image" but "ensuring maximum opportunities for economic growth."

• Defecating in the foyer of the Shortland Court motel as staff openly vomited, as he told them how they too could be a God's Own paradise of the kind only known in Waihi, before stomping back out on the street, uprooting a tree and wiping his besplattered arse with it.

• Engaging in shameless public sexual intercourse with a parking meter, all the while raving deliriously about surgical keyhole mining before smashing the machine open and absconding with the coinage inside.
  

The crazed MP finally collapsed into a spent heap in the middle of Queen St, covered in a foul mixture of his own bodily fluids and ravaged bits of earth, before a small boy bravely approached to tell him he was naked and lying in his own filth on the side of the road.

Rabid Fire would like to thank the brave Daggers for daring to approach the deranged politician closely enough to obtain the photographic evidence used in this article. As Billy Ray Cyrus once said, some gave all.

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CANNABIS INDUSTRY COMPLETELY DESTROYED

Collins: Total war

POLICE Minister Judith Collins announced today that following the raids on Switched On Gardener and various other stores selling hydroponic gear that the illegal cannabis industry in New Zealand was "Completely destroyed".

Furthermore, a riding crop wielding Collins then went on to reveal that this was only the first step in a "total war" against the plant, and that measures taken against businesses selling growing equipment were only just the opening volley.

"We will not stop until we have succeeded in nothing less than complete genocide against this filthy weed," said Collins sternly, pumping a clenched fist into the air, "Consider yourselves under surveillance scum. We will no longer allow your sly and indolent toking to hold back the productiveness of our society. We are coming to get you all."

The unsmiling authoritarian then brought up an overhead projection of what appeared to be a large shed and several steel tanks surrounded by barbed wire, all emblazoned with the National Party logo.

"This crackdown comes with a compassionate face, as we are not completely inhuman," continued the Police Minister, her face contorting briefly into a something approaching a horrifying parody of a grin, "Suspected drug users will be taken to rehabilitation facilities like this prototype outside of Blenheim, where work will make them free from their addiction. Those who fail to make a full recovery will be humanely processed into fertilizer to grow more grass upon our nation's glorious dairy farms."

Pope: No quarter

Deputy Police Commissioner and all round spoil sport Rob Pope was quoted by Rabid Fire as saying that there would be "No quarter" in the battle to crack down upon precursor materials to cannabis cultivation and enablers of the illicit industry.

"We will be taking a zero tolerance approach to materials such as dirt, fertiliser, pots, sunlight, water and greenhouses. No exceptions, no excuses."

Rabid Fire's on the spot roving street team later followed a squad of heavily armed anti-terrorist police to a seemingly innocent suburban flat where all manner of contraband equipment was seized.

Mavis Thompson, 86, a pensioner, had to be tackled to the ground, tased and repeatedly pepper sprayed by police before she would allow access to her greenhouse.

"It's just tomatoes," she was heard to cry insolently as the windows of her flat were smashed out with PR 24 long batons and her vicious cat Tiddles was shot for nuzzling against an officer's leg.

"Shut the fuck up bitch," the squad leader snapped heroically as the law breaking senior citizen was bundled into the back of a waiting paddy wagon, "You're going down for a very long time."

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SEREPISOS: I'LL TAKE MY TOYS AND GO HOME

You're all ungrateful wretches

WELLINGTON based property tycoon Terry Serepisos is beside himself with grief and bewilderment after having been exposed as owing $2 million in rates to Wellington City Council.

"Why? Why are people being so mean to me," sobbed an inconsolable Serepisos, his bitter tears mingling with the sparkling water of the dollar sign shaped swimming pool adorning his lavish home.

"After all I've done for this city, after I generously offered to host a bad local knock off of The Apprentice and after all those selfless photo opportunities," cried the multi-millionaire, blowing his nose into a genuine gold leaf hanky, "I even hugged John Key," he blubbered.

"I'm the S to the Pisos man!"

Our reporter then followed the distraught Serepisos inside, bling clanking, where he sat down at his desk beneath a large portrait of himself smiling benignly in a Wellington Phoenix uniform and sighed.

"I used to have some respect in this city," said the property developer forcefully, "But now my reputation is in tatters, and all over a measly two million dollars."

"Two million ain't shit to the S to the Pisos man!" he added.

"Anyway, you're all ungrateful wretches, and you're not the boss of me, so if you all keep being mean I'll just take my football team and go home, and then you'll all be really sorry. You'll all be like, I wish we weren't such bastards to the S to the Pisos man, 'cos his football team was fully sick."

Serepisos, now suddenly relaxed, then leaned back in his chair, a serene grin playing across his face.

Several minutes later Wellington mayor Kerry Prendergast emerged from beneath the slick magnate's desk, somewhat disheveled with her lipstick smeared, and told Rabid Fire that herself and the council were "working closely with Terry" to ensure that a deal could be reached.

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FRANK BAINIMARAMA APPROACHED TO HEAD INTERIM ECAN REGIME

Bainimarama: Not impressed

FOREIGN Minister Murray McCully has allegedly approached Fijian strong man Commodore Frank Bainimarama to head up the sacked Ecan regional council in Canterbury, much to the military dictator's bemusement.

An undercover Rabid Fire reporter definitely not rorting Rabid Fire expenses for a tropical holiday followed McCully to Fiji and somewhat unconvincingly disguised as a member of the Fijian military with a boom mike extending suspiciously from his trousers, recorded the following conversation.

McCully: Commodore Bainimarama, I come here with an urgent request, we in our country have a troublesome province and need an interim regime set up until we decide to have elections again some time in the future.

Bainimarama: Who let you in here?

McCully: I have it on the best authority that you, Commodore Bainimarama, are an expert at emergency interim regimes, and humbly request your presence in New Zealand.

Bainimarama: Just a minute, aren't you that honky prick who's been telling me off for the last year or so for just these things?

McCully: Well it wasn't just me...

Bainimarama: Yeah, well there was that other bloke, what's his face, the boring one, but you're still a fuckwit mate...

McCully: Look, could you just sort this out for us and we'll forget about everything. It's all just been a terrible misunderstanding.

Bainimarama: So it's alright when you do it then. Mind you if it happens in the Pacific it's all your business and you're up in arms mate.

McCully: Now look, it wasn't like that at all, we're just facing a situation, an emergency situation that calls for level heads and firm decision making and...

Bainimarama: Look at you now when you got all up in my face just not so long ago. If a black man does it then...

McCully: Are you calling me a racist?

Bainimarama: Oh no mate, it's not like when I do this shit I'm a power hungry monster and when you do it it's all a reasonable situation mate. Nah mate. Not at all.

McCully: So is that a no?

Bainimarama: It's not a bloody coup when you do it is it? Just a bit of a management issue. Fuck off.

McCully: So is that still a no then?

Our undercover reporter's recording cut off soon after this point, and alarmingly our correspondent then went missing for several days. He then fortunately was located in a medical clinic near a local tourist resort having his stomach pumped and a cocktail umbrella removed from his left buttock.

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ECAN SACKING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH NICK SMITH'S BROTHER IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER

Nick Smith: Angry

AN angry Nick Smith lashed out at critics yesterday who have had the tenacity to suggest that the recent central government sacking of the ECan board and suspension of elections until at least 2013 had anything at all to do with all the fines his brother's dodgy crane business racked up under the old regional environment council.

"The fact that my brother Tim threw a $16,000 wobbly over a shed and said 'you useless bastards I'll get my brother onto you' has absolutely nothing at all to do with the recent suspension of democracy in Canterbury in any way whatsoever," panted Smith, his eyes wandering in separate directions.

"I am shocked and appalled that the usual critics and trouble makers would imply that anyone in this government would subvert democracy for business interests, let alone family members with business interests, and any suggestion that this is in any way corrupt not only hurts me, it hurts my brother, and it hurts cranes, and it hurts New Zealand," spluttered the unstable Nelson MP, quaking and turning even redder than usual.

"Sometimes people just don't vote properly and to implement democracy sometimes you've got to take it away from people because that's my interpretation of my mandate and the democratic thing to do or something," Smith railed, by this point in tears and standing on a table.

"That's what Rodney Hide told me anyway," he shrieked indignantly as he was then helped into a straight jacket and taken away by aides.

Hide: Loves his democracy

Rabid Fire tracked down Rodney Hide to his secret lair under an extinct volcano in Auckland where he was lying naked on a large marble slab under a giant ACT logo, being basted in orange body paint by nubile blonde interns.

"Now lets just try to remain calm about this situation," boomed Hide, "Sometimes people don't vote for our mates which any reasonable person can see is highly undemocratic, and that's when the government must step in to maintain a business environment free of government interference by interfering with the local government. Of course the PC lobby will see that as corrupt and hypocritical but our God is hungry and demands sacrifice."

Hide then rolled over, exposing a monstrous erection and laughing insanely.

"We will be greeted as liberators."

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KEY "WETTING HIMSELF" OVER NUCLEAR SECURITY SUMMIT

Key: "I think a bit of wee came out"

PRIME Minister John Key addressed the usual throng of worn out hacks last week about his highly anticipated visit to Washington DC for the upcoming nuclear security summit.

"I'm so excited! I'm so excited! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" exclaimed a wide eyed Key.

"I think a bit of wee came out", he blushed, suddenly looking downcast and agitated.

But the PM soon brightened, opening the Prime Ministerial lunchbox to show the press gallery his special lunch.

"Look! Look! Bronagh's made me special aeroplane shaped sandwiches for when I go on the aeroplane!"

Key, holding a special aeroplane shaped sandwich in each hand, then swung the bread and egg salad based sculptures above his head, beaming joyously.

"VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!," the PM said pointedly.

"When I go to America," said Key importantly, "I'm going to meet Mr Vice President, and maybe if I'm a very good boy I might get to meet Mr President, who's a very important big man."

"A very long time ago some naughty people wouldn't play with the Americans and they couldn't bring their boats here anymore. That made them sad and Mr. Palmer says I should let them bring their boats back. I like boats!"

Key was then led away by his security detail, heard asking excitedly if he could draw another flag on a napkin again.

Prime Minister Key this week met with US Vice President Joe Biden and on his knees, told him how awesome he was and begged for deferential trade treatment. A puzzled Biden asked Secret Service personnel who had let the "guy who carries the Australian Prime Minister's golf clubs around in here", before being corrected as to Key's identity, to which he told the PM "Fuck off - I've got work to do."


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TIGER WOODS TO APOLOGISE FOR LAST APOLOGY IN ADVANCE OF NEXT MONTH'S APOLOGY

TIGER Woods is set to make a carefully stage managed apology for his last apology. Woods watchers believe this is to clear the ground for the public apology he has planned for next month.

Wood's New Zealand born caddy and professional gimp Steve Williams told Rabid Fire that the fallen idol was undergoing intensive training sessions in such expert maneuvers as "staring at his feet", "looking ashamed of himself", and "wiping away a solitary tear and sniffing".

The world famous pussy hound is expected to apologise profusely for the apparent insincerity of his prior apology, and promise that his next orchestrated grovelling session will pull out all the stops, and may even involve a shirtless Woods flagellating himself with a cat o' nine tails and wailing incoherently.

Sports commentator and shameless sycophant Ronald D Arselicker said that, "This is just the prelude to what may be the most spectacular and selfless act of self sacrifice and humility by a billionaire playboy that the world has ever seen. I shall certainly be glued to my TV, most likely masturbating furiously."

"Lest we forget, Tiger's ill advised putting of his penis in places that violated his marriage vows have also cost his corporate sponsors millions of dollars in product placement. Nobody even thought of them, and I think that should be a big concern for us all, " droned the starry eyed twat as our reporter rapidly lost interest in his deluded ramblings.

Rabid Fire was unable to obtain information as to whether Woods would also apologise for the whole fiasco being a complete and utter attention seeking waste of everybody's time at the time of going to press.


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ALARMING NEW TREND SWEEPING WELLINGTON

Hipsters shortly before amputation

YUM CHAR is so last week for the beautiful hip young things of Wellington. After a minor local celebrity had a tragic accident with a band saw recently, the shocking new must have for capital city hipsters is amputated thumbs.

From the Massey University College of Design, Fine Arts and Music to the bustling cafes of fatally cool Cuba St, only the elderly and terminally unfashionable are seen without freshly chopped digits.

Rabid Fire approached a young man dressed in day-glo retro 1980s jeans fumbling awkwardly with a latte in his newly crippled hands outside Midnight Espresso to ask what all the fuss was about.

"Like yeah brah, I was like not too buzzed at first, but then I heard that like Fat Freddie's Drop had all cut their thumbs off, so I just had to you know brah?" mumbled the youth.

"And I can still like, ride my longboard and shit brah, so it's cool eh," continued the utter douchebag until Rabid Fire's reporter threatened to punch him in the face if he said "brah" again.

All the rage in the capital of culture

We then sent our man about town up to popular bohemian night spot Mighty Mighty to find it packed out like a sardine can full of wankers with thumbless hipsters. After he had finally managed to elbow his way to the bar, it took a man with an ironic child molester moustache and a cowboy shirt over an hour to pour him a beer due to his lack of thumbs, and that was after the regulation twenty minutes of ignoring him and ten minutes of "witty" banter with his mates stipulated in his contract. Our reporter was then asked to leave for still having thumbs.

Former Wellington Mayor and chronic attention whore Mark Blumsky said he was "down with the kids".

"This is almost as cool as when I tried to make falling down the stairs of my Cuba St apartment trendy several years ago," babbled the former shoe salesman.

"In fact, I've just come back from forcibly cutting off the thumbs of my entire family, as we're always up to the minute with what's happening downtown," he said, producing a blood stained saw.

Prendergast yesterday

Wellington Mayor Kerry Prendergast said she had no plans to cut her own thumbs off, but had set up a small thumb sized guillotine in Civic Square and was "excited" at the prospect of personally amputating the thumbs of locals and tourists alike.

"It's fresh ideas like this that keep Wellington the culture capital on the cutting edge of fashion, and I absolutely, positively endorse people hurting themselves to keep us on the map. I believe the Germans call this schadenfreude," she intoned through her frightening rictus grin before cackling evilly and biting the head off a pigeon.


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TAMIHERE AND JACKSON RUMOURED TO BE BANK'S "NEW BEST FRIENDS"

BROADCASTERS and washed up politicians Willie Jackson and John Tamihere are rumoured to be Auckland mayor John Bank's "new best friends".

The desperate pair, hungry for more attention, have reportedly teamed up with right wing wonder boy PR slimer Matthew Hooton in a bid for Tamihere to become Bank's deputy overlord of the new Auckland Supercity.

"We thought about having John run for mayor, but then we realised heaps of people think he's a bit of a dick and probably wouldn't vote for him, so we decided he'd be better off just crawling right up Bank's arsehole instead."

When asked to explain his bizarre behaviour Jackson replied,

"Well, they're both called John, they're also both big loud idiots and they're both raging homophobic bigots so it's a partnership made in heaven. Plus John is desperate for the attention of anyone but the sad bastards who ring him up on his talkback show. I shouldn't really be saying this, but he's borderline suicidal and he's started to get a weird facial tic like Michael Laws."

Rabid Fire then enquired as to what the fuck had happened to Jackson's left wing principles, which caused the former Alliance MP to stick his fingers in his ears and start screaming "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP" as tears rolled down his cheeks.


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GARTH McVICAR RETURNS FROM TOUR OF BRUTAL FOREIGN JAILS

McVicar: Visibly aroused

SENSIBLE Sentencing Trust Spokesman Garth McVicar spoke to an audience of baying Rotary Club members in Tauranga this morning about his recent world tour of brutal foreign jails.
An excited McVicar told of being taken through a detention facility in Uzbekistan by local officials.

"Unlike our soft, politically correct justice system, my hosts in Uzbekistan were proud to demonstrate their brand of no-nonsense corrections to me. They led me into a damp underground cell where they proceeded to wire up a tractor battery to the testicles of a local peasant suspected of goat thievery. We should be electrocuting the genitalia of teenagers suspected of tagging," McVicar ranted, mopping sweat from his brow.

"Especially if they're from uncivilised ethnic minorities, because that's the only language they understand," he added.

"In Thailand I was shown around the Bangkok Hilton where I saw an illiterate heroin addict buried up to his neck in his own feces. He definitely won't be offending again in a hurry, unlike in New Zealand where criminals are molly coddled in a criminal justice system run by ivory tower academics. They probably would have tried to teach him to read," spat the lion of middle New Zealand.

"The next stop was Guantanamo Bay, where I saw inspiring things indeed. The crying shame here is that Obama has moved to shut the facility down, which is surely political correctness gone mad, so it was a bitter-sweet occasion, but it inspired me to design a new uniform for New Zealand prisoners that will undoubtedly be shouted down by bleeding heart chardonnay socialists."

Proposed new prison uniform

"From there we flew to the small city of Buttfuck, Alabama where I had the privilege of seeing the ultimate sanction meted out, something that we New Zealanders have not had the courage to do since 1957," McVicar raved, his eyes bulging and flecks of foam appearing in the corners of his mouth.

"I was given the best seat in the house to see a mentally handicapped black man with the mental age of nine strapped into the electric chair. A nine year old or someone with the brain capacity of one should be held accountable for their own actions," shouted McVicar, slamming his fist into the podium and panting heavily.

A visibly aroused McVicar, an alarming bulge growing in the front of his $30 Warehouse trousers, continued,

"This remorseless scumbag had the cheek to call the warden 'daddy' and ask if he'd see angels in heaven. It was right that two burly deputies then took turns to punch him in the stomach before strapping him down in the chair. I was quite relieved when they put a gag on him because quite frankly I was getting sick of him crying."

"Then after some prayers, the warden threw the switch and the bloody mongrel was gone forever after only ten minutes during which his hair caught fire and one of his eyes popped out."

McVicar was then seen to shudder and moan, a dark stain spreading across his crotch.

"Then the local police were kind enough to take me out for a costume party and a barbecue."

A costume party and a barbecue

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GOFF: WE'LL DO THINGS SLIGHTLY DIFFERENTLY

LABOUR Seat Warmer Phil Goff raged luke warmly against National's new Fuck Everybody policy to a largely indifferent audience at a West Auckland community centre this morning.
After being mistaken for a Jehovah's Witness and asked to go away several times, the mysteriously personality free Goff took the podium and outlined Labour's response to the governments tough new measures.

"I'm a bit cross at National's new Fuck Everybody policy," he droned meekly to a largely empty room, "and I want the government to know that myself and the Labour Party are mildly annoyed at this sudden swing to the right."

A lone tumbleweed was then seen to blow across the hall as a solitary cough was heard in the background.

"As the leader who will most definitely not be replaced by someone else before the next election, I want all New Zealanders to know that Labour will do things slightly differently. Not for us welfare reforms, unless we really have to, because there's no alternative, and then New Zealand, let it be known that doing so will hurt us more than it will hurt you, unlike National, who openly enjoy such doings."

"Under a Labour government, New Zealand will see no more GST hikes, because the Labour Party has never had anything to do with GST in any way ever. Cross my heart and hope to die," Goff waffled blandly to deafening silence.

"So vote Labour in 2011 for a slightly different New Zealand."

Goff, leaving to catch the bus, left behind a somewhat puzzled audience.

"Who the fuck was he?" an elderly woman was heard to ask.

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NATIONAL RELEASES NEW "FUCK EVERYBODY" POLICY

Key: Go fuck yourselves New Zealand

PRIME Minister John Key unveiled National's controversial new Fuck Everybody policy this morning during his morning press conference at the Beehive. A triumphant Key, flanked by several large men in sunglasses, took the podium and boldly announced the National/ACT government's plans for the next term.

"We've been in power for long enough now that quite frankly we can't be bothered with all that centrist moderate bullshit you voted us in on almost a year and a half ago. I mean, you really are the stupidest bunch of arseholes. What the fuck did you expect when you voted National back into power? Fucking sunshine and lollipops? Get real you cunts."

Key then paused to high five finance minister Bill English and cackle maniacally.

"You didn't even cry that much when this bugger made you pay for his house even, so we've had a look at things, and it's time to roll out new, fresh policy to take New Zealand into the future. It's a one stop shop, one size fits all super package, and I'm sure no New Zealander will feel left out when we say Fuck Everybody."

"This government is carrying out extensive work to mine the shit out of and effectively privatise conservation land, with the profits going right offshore, but that's ok because our backers all own shares, and that's a reality in this global economy. We also plan to enact welfare reforms to get people off the dole and onto the street to give our main centres that edgy urban third world feel. All this and going pro-whaling are big moves, and in order to keep our promise to slash the public service, all these tasks will now come under the umbrella of the Fuck Everybody Ministry."

ACT MP David Garrett, freshly appointed associate Minister of Fuck Everybody, said he looked forward to creating "Fresh opportunities for our mates on the Business Roundtable", who he described as "The greatest New Zealanders since those brave boys at Gallipoli" and added that anyone who disagreed with him should be castrated.

Prime Minister Key then told the press gallery to "fuck off because I have to be back in Honolulu soon", waved cheerily, said he was relaxed about the new policy and left with a breezily casual "Go fuck yourselves New Zealand."

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