The saga of Winston Peters and New Zealand First’s dodgy election fund squirming is beginning to unravel. Rather than returning its unlawfully spent election funds to the taxpayer, it now turns out that they sent $10,000 of it to the Cystic Fibrosis Association of New Zealand.

Rightly, the association has returned this dirty money. Theirs is an honourable association that gains its funds from honest, hard-working fund-raisers. There were runners in the London Marathon who raised money for it (the author’s daughter did the marathon for the charity and raised £2000), and there is no need for it to be ensnared in a one-man-band’s cheap politics.

Before too long, we will discover all the other causes to which Wily Winston has directed our money without our consent. If he really believed that his party was right to spend the money on electioneering, Peters could have fought the case in the courts. But he is also a lawyer, and he thought better…

Winston is very annoyed that his cynical generosity is beginning to be exposed, and his gut instinct is to direct the fire at journalists. Winnie fears the media. He says that it is owned by malevolent foreigners and that they are out to get him. Journalists who should have the courage to confront this poser are instead frightened of and fascinated by him. Winston says that the “real issue is” who dobbed him in.

Winston, please wake up. The real issue is that you owe us some money. And we are ALL out to get you now.

But you’re right to fear the media, because they have the resources to find where the bodies are buried.

The one thing New Zealanders will not tolerate is hypocrisy. This man was thrown out by his electorate but managed to become New Zealand’s foreign minister, thanks to Helen Clark’s blatant and undemocratic manipulation of our flawed voting system. His only “qualification” as foreign minister is a deep suspicion of foreigners. Then he says he opposes the China Free Trade deal, but promises not to say anything if he is on an international flight or in another country. That makes him an international joke, and the only reason why it’s not important is that nobody overseas pays the slightest attention to Winston Peters.

Then he fronts up to Grey Power and promises that, if re-elected, he will lift the value of his worthless Old Codgers’ Card and force a tiny increase in pensions. This is a man who was first elected when Tauranga was God’s Waiting Room. Now, the place is vibrant and young and Winston’s facing a sore backside at the hands of a youthful new National challenger.

Winston hates anyone who doesn’t agree with him. He has a smugness last seen when the similarly smart-suited Mussolini ponced about. But he is yesterday’s man.

Today, we’re all on the hunt for the other “charities” to which he so dictatorially donated taxpayers’ money, and if they don’t return our cash, we won’t support their charities.

This is the man who sparked the silly Winebox scandal.

Today, he is a sad, loud-mouthed Whinebox. His style of xenophobic, self-seeking politics has no place in this country, and the sooner he is consigned to the wilderness, the better.