Now in the land of the Kokako and the whitebait fritter, where both the Bird of the Year and the Prime Minister could be an impostor, there came one Christopher.
And Christopher was the name of the Prime Minister.
But this was not that Christopher.
For this was an Other Christopher.
And he too did covet the mighty office.
And thrice did he whisper unto the Holy Caucus,
Hey you guys should give me the job come on you know you want it.
I mean look at the guy. Absolute state of it.
And thrice did the Holy Caucus behold the one Christopher and then the other, and intone Yeah nah we're all good for now.
Now the government of the Christophers did have a Creed.
And the Creed was:
There's a much simpler and easier way to do this, here, let me show you.
And the Creed was also:
Just let the wealth creators get on with it.
And should a person say unto them:
I want an open fire in my living room but I can't believe all the stuff the builder says I need, like a chimney and insulation. Do you reckon your Creed could help?
They would surely reply:
No worries, we'll just rip up a patch of carpet and chainsaw a hole in the roof. There you go.
And ten minutes later a person would have an open fire.
And ten hours later a person would have no house.
