Saturday, November 5, 2011

When I am King of England, no one will ever dare call me Shorty Greasy Spot Spot again!

Who is this bad boy?
Why it is one Cameron Slater, blogger, whom Riddled last encountered back when he was arguing with judges as to whether New Zealand's innocent-until-guilty name-suppression laws were intended to cover him. Here he is cooperating with a photographer from the Com-Post (Wellington's newspaper of note),* with a pose presumably chosen to emphasise the Sensitivity and Sex-Appeal aspects of his personality. Unless he is actually auditioning for a role in the next Coen Brothers movie.

Mr Cameron does not have much time for mainstream journalists, regarding them as effete, punch-pulling, time-serving woofters, too concerned with Political Correctness and not enough with Getting the Real Story:
Some people might wonder whether Slater was ever bullied at school but we could not possibly comment.

But wait! Call the WAAHmbulance!
Liberals have been uncaring about Slater!

* For a feature space-filler in the Saturday Less-Content Edition, surveying New Zealand's blogging culture. The excellent Dim-Post receives a mention -- but not Riddled! -- leading to the suspicion that the Com-Post was not interested in promoting serious alternatives to the print media.


M. Bouffant said...

Good to see that was on to that web-logging thing as early as May of this yr.

J— said...

whether Slater was ever bullied at school

Only out of moral conviction, I'm sure.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

but not Riddled!

It's Guy Fawkes Day.

Give us their address!

Another Kiwi said...

Slater is a tool of the elitist class, too true. I liked his cycling challenge to Trevor Mallard. For future reference: DO NOT challenge Mallard to anything. He thinks Monty Python's Black Knight is a quitter. Especially if you are a mouthpiece for right wing idiots and are prone to depression.
"Riddled" is not mentioned in an article on New Zild blogging? A calumny, sir! No more bottles of Christmas Ale for journalists!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

And now you're being sued by the rabbit ears lady.

It never rains without pouring orbs...

Smut Clyde said...

Slater divides his time between (a) attacking recipients of unemployment insurance and the sickness benefit as bludgers and parasites, and (b) receiving the sickness benefit. He appears to have studied the Right Bloggosphere in the US and realised that hypocrisy is the secret to success.

He is also under the impression that one's place of residence no longer counts as a basement if one installs enough exercise-machinery props and calls it a gym.

vacuumslayer said...

That's not testosterone, sillies. That's poop.

And, no, thank you.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Smell the Glove

Trevor said...

That is one ugly sonnofabitch. I cannot imagine how I'd even start cooking it.

Smut Clyde said...

I like to think that the truculent pose and the camo clothing are a self-deprecating joke about Mr Slater's unfitness and basement life-style (as AK noted above, he recently lost a cycling challenge to a pensioner-age politician with a half-healed hip fracture).

The scary thing here -- and an indictment of NZ's political culture -- is that his pronouncements carry some weight in political circles.

Another Kiwi said...

His dad moves in the right circles and Slater Jr can motivate gangs of hoons to come and 'ave a little chat wiv ya.
He is the slythiest tove, or even toad, that there ever was

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

So THAT'S where all the Jheri Curl from teh 80s went.