All happy families are alike; each unhappy family has a Drunk Uncle Kevin in there somewhere.
If your Kevin is anything like the ones I know, he was getting along happily enough without having to think too much about the Treaty Principles Bill apart from bloody good job, onya guys like I always say We’re All New Zealanders, until that stroppy stuff in Parliament and all the bloody protestors got him all riled up.
Now all of a sudden he’s got any God’s amount of wrongheaded uninformed bullshit to offer about it.
