Draw a line between the dots then see the conclusion

The Emmerson cartoon sums up the motivation behind the attack on Len Brown.

The motivation behind the revelations about Len Brown's affair calls into question the behaviour, beliefs and mind set of the National-ACT bloggers.

Once one starts to draw lines between the dots the dropping of the information about the affair then one can only assume that the false out rage of hypocritical morality calling for Len Brown to resign  has been a deliberate attempt by the "dark forces" that control the right wing campaigning to discredit anyone who dares to oppose and beat them in an open election campaign.

The revelation that Chaung's paramour, Luigi WeWege, was a member of the Young Nats and closely associated with the group who cluster around the Slater-Lusk National-ACT "ginger group" adds even more suspicion about the motivations behind the anti-Brown campaign.

Add to the mix the revelation that defeated Mayoral candidate, Palino, also had a clandestine meeting with the"wronged" woman in an Auckland car park the day after the election to discuss what the Herald reports as:

"Bevan Chuang claims Mr Palino's camp raised the possibility that Mr Brown could be shamed into resigning the mayoralty."

" Ms Chuang claims she and Mr Palino discussed revealing to Mr Brown information about the affair and whether he might resign, claiming poor health. (He suffered a major heart attack in May 2008.)

"This would give him an opportunity to be a hero and assured that ... he did not lose any face, and yet allow him to move on to bigger and better political agendas," she said."

 "Last night, Mr Palino's campaign manager, John Slater, confirmed a meeting had taken place, but said it was just a "general chit-chat"."

and the suspicions about motivation get even more murky.

What is pleasing to see is that Len Brown fronted on the revelation immediately and that the councillors who have worked closely with Len have  refused to indulge in the sleaze based judgement being encouraged by the right wing bloggers associated with Slater.

Brian Rudman sums the issue up succinctly and well.  It is unfortunate that the torrent of sleaze has led to a leading journalist loosing his position for writing an editorial in support of Len as mayor.

It was also disappointing to see that Attorney General, Chris Finlayson revealed a briefing paper  headed "What to say in the event of the Mayor resigning" at the same time as Slater was feeding the rumour mill that Len would resign before Friday in the face of his self admitted politically motivated campaign to ruin Len's political career and reputation.

"Of course politics was involved. Of course I want to knock Len Brown over I have tried to knock him over before with his expenses at Manukau. He weaselled his way out of that one and he is trying to weasel his way out of this too," he (Slater) said.

What is of even more concern is that Finlayson revealed the briefing paper to the TV cameras just as the Solicitor General indicated that his office was seriously considering taking over the prosecution of the ex Cabinet Minister and leader of the ACT party, John Banks, for his offences under the electoral act which, if successful, would force him out of parliament.

The joining of the dots... real or imagined ... becomes even uglier and even more unsavoury.

The philosophy that drives Slater, Lusk and company.

His latest denial of plotting to over throw Len Brown, in the face of further revelations about his involvement with Ms Chaung, ring so hollow that laughter echoes through out the blogosphere. No nmatter hard Slater tries to escape the public odium that his actions have begun to heap upon him he cannot reconcile his earler statement that he has always been attempting to knock Len Brown over with his latest TV denial to:

"Ms Chuang said in her statement that she spoke to Cameron Slater on the morning after the mayoral election, and he told her the revelations would shame Mr Brown into resigning.
When that was put to Slater by The Nation, he said: "Well it would. It would shame him into resigning, it should shame him into resigning."
But Slater denied involvement in a plan to get Mr Brown to resign.
Slater said there had been "a lot of assumptions and a lot of leaping to conclusions".
"There's a lot of talks of plots. I can tell you that there was no plot from myself and Stephen Cook [the freelance journalist who helped break the story on Whale Oil] at all.

Slater should remain under the wood pile and be treated as the sleaze monger that he is.

While walking down the street one day John Key is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter.. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'

'No problem, just let me in,' says Key.

'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'

'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says N.Z. P.M.

'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends, Hide, Douglas, Double Dipton and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises....

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

'Now it's time to visit heaven.'

So, 24 hours pass with Key and a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'

Key reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers Key. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time reminiscing about ripping off the N.Z. voter, destroying Auckland's local body democracy.... Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

What happened?'

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday, John Boy, we were campaigning... ...


Today you voted.'