Are we over it yet? All this to-ing and fro-ing, pushing and shoving, sniping and jostling, sneering and belittling - and I don't just mean the election negotiations.
Certainly I'm over Winston Peters. Whatever ersatz sophistication the man once possessed has disappeared into the massive void of his own ego; far from being urbane and suave the "kingmaker" has become merely petty and obnoxious.
His belligerent treatment of the media over the past fortnight - simply for trying to find out where things stand as far as our next government is concerned - is Trumpesque in its attempted portrayal of genuine journalistic inquiry as some sort of "fake news" campaign.
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The only one spinning a line is Peters, flanked by his sycophantic cabal of the Dobby-like (ex Harry Potter) Ron Marks, used fishing quota salesman Shane Jones, and whoever that woman is who seems permanently attached to his elbow.
If this is really a measure of who we choose to best serve up a government, then God help us all.
Perhaps regardless of the disappointment for the Left and the terminal damage another three years under National would inflict on the country, Labour should call Winnie's bluff: give him their terms, and let him take it or leave it.
After all, if the man can't even bring himself to talk to his potential coalition partners the Greens - instead being openly dismissive of the only genuine environmental party we have (and even National recognise that!) - then how toxic would a Labour-led alliance be?