The Herald covers it pretty well:
‘He begins poetically – a narrator hooking an audience – with “furrowed brows in the dusty roads of countryside New Zealand, in the cowsheds, and woolshed and shearing sheds and the export works”.
When even the Prime Minister has abandoned her paperwork to listen, he rewards her by making his victim clear – the National Party.
Just where, he asks, was there mention of how Mr Key would make sick people better; make the roads flow better; stop people moving to Australia or speed up broadband. Of foreign ownership and Auckland Airport there was “not a word, not a whisper, not a mutter, not a murmur”. Why was there silence on what Mr Key would do for interest rates or changing the Reserve Bank Act? “Not a word about that. Not a murmur.”
He turns to crime. “I’ll tell you what the National Party tough love policy on crime is,” he says, “I’ve got a photo of it”. He pulls out an enlarged newspaper photo of Tame Iti – currently facing firearms charges – greeting Mr Key with a hongi at Waitangi.
“That’s real tough love,” Mr Peters says. “With a criminal facing serious charges.”
With Mr Key done and dusted, Mr Peters is momentarily side-tracked by the media in the Press Gallery above him. The gallery reporters are first Mr Key’s “floozies and doozies” and then generalised “dumbos” for not knowing the definition of a “bauble’ – ‘a trinket, something not worth having’ – “and which part of my job is like a trinket and not worth having?”…
Then Mr Peters moves on to another favourite sport – Bob-baiting. He eyeballs Bob Clarkson, the National MP who took his coveted Tauranga seat from him in 2005. “Bob’s not a builder. He’s a property developer, a speculator,” Mr Peters declares as Mr Clarkson goes red…
“Are you going to stand, Bob?” Mr Peters asks, despite Mr Clarkson already having announced he was. “He was bluffing on about ‘if Winston stands I’m going to stand’. Well, only a fool tests the water with both feet, Bob.”‘