Which is a very good thing, because as a democracy and a free land we have every right to know who has been insulted, who delivered the insult and exactly what time the Speaker ordered them from the house.
It is, as I noted earlier, an ingredient of political life called "transparency".
Everything out in the open.
No secrets.
No backroom deals.
No straying from the party line.
No thinly-veiled cover-ups.
I think I'll stop there, for if I have come up with enough reasons why I should be hired to come up with a new phase of those Tui billboards then I feel I have achieved that ... Mr Speaker.
"Will the member for no particular reason please be seated," he has just declared.
"But sir I demand the right to speak," I have just countered.
"You'll find a taxi stand just three minutes down Molesworth St," he has said, with the accompaniment of a pointing finger toward the door.
"I am outraged," I have responded.
"Well I am the Speaker now make yourself scarce," he has thundered ... and even Winston Peters has caught my attention and suggested I should, for the sake of the viewers and my electorate, make for the bar ... I mean the door.
But I argue that I have no electorate, for I am a list MP ... and believe me, after three hours in the bar I develop a very clear list to port I can assure you.
This exchange, direct from my imagination, is not however dissimilar to some exchanges in the house and I am left wondering what actually does get done in there some days.
There is a thing called "question time" and the answers to these often challenging questions are more imaginative than anything I could come up with.
Despite the target of the question taking two or three minutes to provide an answer quite often there is no actual answer at all, and that is verbal genius.
And the neat thing is, when the target of the question is under pressure and attack his or her colleagues step forward like a reinforcing battalion - with a well-rehearsed pincer movement to actually put the question bearer on the back foot.
And then the shouting starts and the Speaker declares that order must be restored.
"Order ... order!" the Speaker demands.
"Okay ... two rum and cokes and pinot gris please," someone will likely retort as old habits die hard, and then it's all on.
Oh yes I jest, although I think it should be pointed out that when Parliament takes its summer recess the country seems to run just dandy.
It is intriguing television, this political reality effort, although the episodes are often sketchy and aimless, which is where the other political "party" steps in to make the world of questions, answers, arguments, accusations, denials, expulsions and gestures more viewer friendly.
Yes, Back Benches is back on Prime tonight.
Wallace Chapman is the Speaker, basically, and believe me, if someone were to play up and step over the mark they would be very, very regretful ... for it all takes place in the Backbencher bar.
Where on earth would they gloomily go to, with tail between legs?
A beehive?
● Back Benches, Prime at 9.35pm tonight: Politics is discussed ... sort of.
ON THE BOX
● Gutsful, TV2 at 8.30pm Thursday: What a fine old Kiwi saying, and nothing to do with having had too much to eat.
It's all about having had enough ... of something which rattles or angers the emotions. Like with 10 minutes to go in a Warriors match after they were up by 22 points at halftime.
Or discovering someone in the neighbourhood hasn't worked out that others can hear 125 decibels of savage bass music at 1.30am as well.
This is a Kiwi series about individuals who have had a gutsful about a certain issue, and this episode revolves around the range and state of donations which turn up in collection spots in support of a hospice.
● Meet the Parents, TV2 at 9.30pm Thursday: This is a (surprise surprise) reality show where the parents of some young guy or gal allow their parents to pick their potential new partner for them.
Dear oh dear.
I can only sigh and utter the weary words ... "what next?"