It's hard to see any joy in Labour's penitential road trip.
There's a whiff of penance about Labour's big bus trip. There's no place for a higher concentration of depression, vengefulness, regret, mribid plotting and sheer despair than the caucus room of a recently defeated government. Why put that show on the road?Making those poor MP's sit together on a bus for hours on end concentrates the misery to inhuman levels. Sing-songs only underscore the pathos. (A bottle of the finest socialist chardonnay from Bellamy's to the MP who leads a round of Kumbaya.)
Phil Goff is exposing the still-wounded to further explanations from the country at large as to why they lost the election. As hair-shirt gestures go, it's completely convincing. Labour must be truly sorry to put itself through this. The only other credible theory is that the bus is covertly lead-sheilded so as to deflect the incessant texts from Helen in New York.
Sheesh, we couldn't have put it better ourselves!