Chris Trotter defending and supporting The BFD

Chris Trotter not only seems to support shutting down RNZ, in part for, as he asserts, “demonisation of The BFD”, but he also tries to justify his ongoing support of The BFD.

Bowalley Road: RNZ Must Have No Dogs In The September Fight.

That’s ironic as Chris is acting as a dog fighting for The BFD, which has much more of a (very narrow) political agenda than RNZ.

He does risk biting a hand that feeds him:

Nor should the mainstream news media be at all surprised that the photograph ended up on The BFD blog. Cameron Slater, of Dirty Politics fame, has publicly acknowledged his legal and personal connections with the lawyer Brian Henry. One of Winston Peters oldest and most trusted legal advisers, Henry also stood by Slater. Is this the explanation for what appears to be a decisive shift in the political allegiances of Slater and his colleagues from the National Party (which couldn’t distance itself fast enough from its favoured blogger following the publication of Nicky Hager’s book) to NZ First?

Such a shift would go a long way to explaining the rumours that NZ First is being assisted by one of Slater’s closest political allies from the Whaleoil years, Simon Lusk. A hard-bitten political operator, Lusk would have needed no instruction when it came to gathering intelligence on the two journalists responsible for revealing the closely-guarded secrets of the NZ First Foundation. The involvement of somebody like Lusk would certainly explain The BFD’s photograph of Stuff Reporter, Matt Shand. Recognising Espiner and Gray would not have been difficult. In that location, however, Shand was unlikely to be recognised by anyone not closely associated with the NZ First Foundation story.

But he then he switches to support of The BFD.

The demonisation of The BFD is yet another problematic aspect of RNZ’s coverage. Conservative blogs have every bit as much right to present their ideas to voters as liberal and left-wing blogs. In my time as a political commentator, I have contributed material to daily newspapers owned by Rupert Murdoch, and a weekly business publication edited by a devotee of Ayn Rand. So, when Cameron Slater invited me – along with a clutch of other non-right commentators – to contribute to a new pay-walled section of Whaleoil, I did not refuse. Similarly, when The BFD was launched, I agreed to contribute to its pay-walled “Insight” section. Nothing builds up one’s understanding of the Right like writing for their publications! And, although I have always been scrupulous to submit material I would happily see posted on The Daily Blog, or my own Bowalley Road, I’ve never once been censored.

“The demonisation of The BFD is yet another problematic aspect of RNZ’s coverage.”

His defence and support of The BFD (that could stand for Bullying For Dollars) is what looks problematic to me.

he is not just providing material for an agenda driven attack blog but also trying to help them finance their operations.

If they were just a right leaning blog and and he was just providing a left wing perspective that would be fine.

But they are not just a right leaning blog. Their attempt portray themselves as some sort of alternative media is largely a front for a means of running dirty attack agendas.

So he is not just adding a different perspective on political topics. He is  effectively aiding and abetting their narrow, nasty agendas, and not just morally, but he’s helping them finance it.

They are widely seen as unprincipled, nasty and toxic. His association and promotion affects his credibility.

And really, he seems to want RNZ shut down unless they stop being mean to The BFD.

Write like Trotter

Chris Trotter is a political commentator with a distinctive style. His columns appear in various newspapers and he also writes on his own blog Bowalley Road (I happened to drive past namesake Bowalley Road in North Otago a couple of weeks ago).

From his latest post A Labour Cell In TVNZ’s Vast Castle:

Stairway To Hell: Like the decrepit dynasty at the heart of Mervyn Peake’s grotesque fantasy novel, Gormenghast, the “Heads” at TVNZ’s Auckland sprawling headquarters lost track of what was going on within their immense domain.

GORMENGHAST is one novel of a hell. Imagine J.R.R. Tolkien on acid, C.S. Lewis on speed, and you’ll hardly have made a mental dent in Mervyn Peake’s grotesque trilogy. I won’t spoil the books by giving away the plot in detail. Suffice to say that Gormenghast is an immense castle. So immense that the decrepit dynasty of Groan, to whom it ostensibly belongs, cannot possibly keep track of everything that goes on within its walls.

 Watching Patrick Gower unfold (with ever increasing glee) the activities of Shane Taurima and his colleagues at TVNZ headquarters in Auckland, I couldn’t help being reminded of Peake’s gothic fantasy.

Like Gormenghast Castle, the sprawling TVNZ site had somehow spawned a secret cell of resistance. How was that possible? Because, like the Groans, TVNZ’s bosses appear to have become preoccupied with “the obscure and esoteric tenets” of their governance functions.

He doesn’t always write political fantasy but has a way with words, history and literature. His post has sparked some Twitter tributes – #WriteLikeTrotter

‘Young tech-savvy voters will swing from National as quickly as they switch cassette tapes in their tape decks.’

“Like Jesus Christ in the Synoptic Gospels, David Cunliffe must perform seven miracles for the working class.

…and just as for the west at Dunkirk, it will be the little boats of the Daily Blog comment section that will turn the t

Cunliffe may have been crowned Princeps by the Party, but only the worship of the demos will cement him as A Son of Savage

Will Cunliffe be Sun Yat-sen to Shane Jones’ Chiang Kai-shek? That is the question everyone is asking…

Will Shane Jones be like Stonewall Jackson at Chancellorsville, outmaneuvering the overconfident Yan-Key?

Will Winston Peters prove to be New Zealand’s Rust Cohle and deliver us all to the Yellow King and Carcosa?

We sought a Telecom inferno; a bonfire of vanities, a Wagnerian roar in the way of the Visigoth Liuvigild. We got a Spark.

I actually enjoy and appreciate Chris Trotter’s obscure historical analogies. Mock him all you want but he’s well read.

And so, not unlike the mighty Phoenix rising forth from the ashes of doom, I rise and command the elders to war

Minos Key, in unspeakable beastility, spawns a coalition Minotaur that demands minnow sacrifice. First course? Winston.

Colin Craig will soon learn from Icarus: When flying high on home-built chicken wings, remember to watch out for melanoma.

Supercilious jackanapes usurped fools 

“The mic dropped like a thunderclap, a dire warning to idolators of media and opinion polls, who shun the Prophet Peters”

A rolling maul of righteous outrage will ring as rolling thunder across the polity when the chardonnay runs dry. Attica!

While the whisper of xenophobia hangs over him like the sword of Damocles, Peters fights on.

A rough beast from Coatsville Greco-Roman wrestles with whales full of passionate intensity: My metaphor cannot hold.

Trotter ends his post:

Mr Taurima’s and his Maori and Pacific Television Unit colleagues’ biggest mistake – apart from believing that they could ever get away with behaving in such a nakedly party political fashion – was to hang their hats on securing the election of a Labour-led Government.

In the nine years that Helen Clark’s Labour Party governed New Zealand no serious effort was made to root-out the pernicious operational culture at TVNZ or, indeed, to address the manifold defects of this country’s recklessly deregulated media industry.

Even had TV3’s Patrick Gower not exposed Shane “Steerpike” Taurima’s cell of resistance in the bowels of the TVNZ Gormenghast, a change of government would only have confirmed for him The Who’s immortal line:

 
“Meet the new boss – same as the old boss.”