Parliament wound up yesterday leaving just a sour taste lingering in the mouth. It was a most peculiar year, replete with villains.
The goodies were fewer in number and politics is not the chronicles of the Hardy Boys. The goodies don't usually win the day. Some have applauded the political canniness of those who dabbled in the dark arts of dirty politics and came out intact. I shall applaud the clean and the good in politics, a good that does exist but is too often forgotten in the murk. I shall reward decency. Decency, good jokes and those whose stocks have risen because their integrity or political instinct meant they had sense enough to stay clear of the fray.
Top of my pops is Maori Party co-leader Te Ururoa Flavell, a gentle man who cries at happy news.
Flavell refused to let the Maori Party be dragged into the dirty politics furore, even at the cost of invisibility during the campaign. The Maori Party got a pounding. But it was less of a pounding than Hone Harawira got for all his efforts at maximising his vote. The Maori Party survived. Just as importantly, they did it with dignity. They live to fight another day and by golly, can his sidekick, Marama Fox, fight.
Next up is Labour's David Parker, who proved nice guys finish last (or second to last) in Labour's leadership run-off. Parker's integrity is also his handicap. Sticking to his pledge not to take finance or deputy ended up being an own goal - he is now marooned with the rest of Labour's Davids on the mid benches, where Andrew Little has sent them for a bit of quiet reflection while he asserts his own stamp on the job. He seems quite content with that.