If publicity is truly the oxygen of politics Act's leader David Seymour shouldn't have been on life support, but that's what to most of us he's been on, ever since his first outing on Dancing with the Stars in April.
Last week there was a flicker of improvement when he strutted out the Viennese Waltz, giving hope the blip on the flat line had finally found its rhythm. Fat chance, on his Sunday night birthday outing, yes it was his 35th birthday, he was like a constipated peacock, blinking madly with a strained face, puffing his chest out, marching forward with awkward tap dance steps with his arms inexplicably bent in a circle to emphasise his torso.
Clearly he was hoping to give the impression that he was a powerful bullfighter with the Paso Doble, rather than looking like he was in dire need of a laxative.
The laxative came in the form of the judges' outpouring of bile about his performance while he looked incredibly hurt as they battered him with the lowest score of the competition so far.
At least he can take some heart, former Act leader Rodney Hide still has the lowest ever score, getting three ones because they weren't allowed to give anyone nothing. That was the night he stomped around the floor a dozen years ago doing the Cha-cha which left his partner gaga, recovering after being spear tackled, thrown over his broad shoulders and landing heavily on the floor.