My urging John Minto to shut up and acquire a hobby, induced his response claiming he once thrashed me in a Victoria University debate, (I've never debated him or indeed anyone at Vic) and to debate him publicly on any of a wide range of subjects.
As like everyone else I want him to shut up, I'd hardly provide him more oxygen by doing that. Minto repeated this in a letter to me.
I replied by helpfully suggesting he could satisfy his pathetic craving for attention by putting on a one man black-and-white minstrel show and suggested he start practising singing Swanee River. And given his life-long socialist belief in spending others' money, I offered to buy him his banjo and face-paint.
He would have gone down a treat in old folks' homes but acting altruistically in a meaningful way is alien to him, aside from which there's the awkward need to smile, so instead he's shamelessly joined Dotcom's pretend party. Dangle money before hardened lefties and they'll sit up and purr every time.
Kim Dotcom was granted residency in November 2010 under the "investor plus" category, despite his past offending in Germany, his persona non grata status in Thailand and his minor securities conviction in Hong Kong, the Immigration Department making a marginal judgment call given his expressed investing commitment. This decision was thereafter supported by his generosity to a range of causes and he quickly became a larger than life, jolly jumbo figure who brightened our lives. But today, three years later, his world has collapsed and flailing in desperation he's become politically involved, something I'm sure he never anticipated given his background of frivolous excess. He's now best described as the Milan Brych of New Zealand politics. So what went wrong?