Bad day at the office
Listening to the PM at parliamentary question time this afternoon on the GCSB appointment. Grant Robertson was asking him how he came to have Ian Fletcher's telephone number. Key replied that he didn't 'have a clue' how that happened. Then - barely half a minute later - he's saying he asked directory services! So... now he does remember how he got it.
Just at that moment on the floor of parliament, under questioning, John Key's on-again/off-again amnesiac episode lapses suddenly into the clarity of remembering. It just occured to him how it happened. A self-confessed clueless PM one moment, and then 30 seconds (and about 30 days) later, bam! Oh , 'that' call. Unbelievable. Incredible. Remarkable.
Well about time he told . Was that so difficult? It shouldn't have been. But in Key's fumbled attempts to preserve 'perceptions' he's lost more than a bit of credibility. He's been caught out again. He's burning off a lot of good will when he gets cute and flippant and decides not to understand straight-forward legitimate questions and covers with fibbing and half-truths. He might be 'relaxed' and 'comfortable' about it, but it's starting to give everyone else the shits.