So MPs’ expenses are out, and while nobody’s getting slaughtered for charging the taxpayer for lemons or porn, there was always going to be some drama generated.
There was a wee bubble of angst caused by the fact that a lot of people simply didn’t realise that, once you’ve been an MP for long enough, almost all of your air travel – private, business or otherwise – can be subsidized. And that Roger Douglas is exactly a big enough hypocrite to use that for all it’s worth. [And oh, Sir Rog, “entitled” is exactly the word you wanted to use.]
But then someone noticed that Bill English appeared to be claiming an “I’m from outside Wellington” allowance … for the house occupied by himself, his wife, and his children. In Wellington.
The most fascinating thing? I recall that only a matter of days ago, you couldn’t move for certain bloggers and commenters screaming “$700 A WEEK! THAT’S MORE MONEY THAN I’VE EVER SEEN! BLUDGERS! THIEVES! SLAPPERS BREEDING FOR A BUSINESS!”
$1000 extra, on top of a shiny Ministerial salary, to compensate Mr English for living in his own home?
Not a fucking whimper.
You know the rules, people: if writers at The Standard and Cactus Kate are agreeing you’re a dodgy bastard? They’re probably right.