These past months it's sometimes seemed like Extreme Makeover: MP Edition. Peter Dunne, I mean. Until recently, the member for Ohariu was middle everything: middle-spectrum, middle-mannered, middle-aged. As middle-of-the-road as a median strip.
But then something happened. Captain Sensible went rogue. He wasn't the source of the leak of the Kitteridge report into the misbehaviour of the GCSB, he insisted. He had indeed talked to a journalist about leaking it, but, you know, changed his mind. He wouldn't cough up his emails and so he was resigning as a minister. All of a sudden, he was in the middle of scandal, the subject of speculation, rumour, wild and baseless innuendo even. The nation pinched itself.
With United Future having lost its registered status, Dunne was deep in personal and party doo-doo. But the political obituaries were premature. He sprang back. The Government's proposed GCSB legislation was no good, he said, and he wasn't about to vote for it. He appeared bolshie, even a bit smirky. Could Peter Dunne overtake Maurice Williamson as the political hipster of the NZ Parliament? He was even taking delivery of illicit white powder. Any minute, it seemed, he might pop up, bowtie intact, beatboxing with a glockenspiel in a Williamsburg taqueria.
Oh well. At least it was fun while it lasted. Before you could say Johnsonville Mall, Dunne was transacting with the Prime Minister on the spying law.
"When you have a willing buyer and a willing seller, you can always do a deal," he explained. The bill became less bad. But it stayed bad, among other things leaving the thorny question of unwarranted interception of private communication logs (let's stop saying metadata) unaccounted for, and oversight still flimsy.