Politics and Me.

Tonight I unwrapped some post that I had been expecting, one of which is a flash for my camera. I am really looking forward to using this. I don’t how, but with some experimentation I am sure I will figure it out. If it goes wrong, I can delete the images and not worry, it hasn’t cost me anything but time. If it goes right I can celebrate and publish my efforts.

It seems to me that politicians work along similar lines. They don’t know what to do, or how to do it, they experiment with things. Important things like education, health, defence, foreign policy, emergency services, pensions, care of the elderly, care of the young, the disabled, the abandoned, planning, the list is endless. The only problem is that if it goes wrong we all suffer, they cannot delete their efforts if it has gone wrong.

As I get older, I realise that my opinion of politicians is sinking fast. I cannot find any party who ‘fits’ with my beliefs. I may be tarring innocent people with the same brush as those who are guilty of things like fiddling expenses, but hey, it doesn’t stop politicians tarring everyone with the same brush when it comes to being on benefits or being disabled.

I am fed up with the political point scoring that goes on. To a certain extent the media are to blame for this. They have to write something I suppose. Take the SKY TV debate yesterday between Nick Clegg and Nigel Farage. Both parties are claiming to have ‘won’ the debate. What a load of crock. They both stood up and spouted platitudes. They both avoided answering questions by talking around the subject.

I  was taught I should vote. By my father – because if you don’t vote you can’t complain. By my mother – because women fought hard for the vote. I have voted. In every single election that has been held since I was 18 in which I was able to vote. I am fed up with my vote not counting. I am fed up with my vote being ignored. My wishes as a member of the public being ignored. I have complained. I have made my feelings known to my MP, my local and County Councillors. I don’t expect them to do just what I want, but I do expect them to do the following:

Be Honest. Not to try to make as much money as they can by fiddling expenses or even by playing the rules to their best advantage.

Be Truthful. Tell it like it is. Don’t sugar coat the pill, but don’t embellish it to suit your politics.

Keep to your word. Don’t give me empty promises then conveniently forget them when you are in a position to do something.

Remember that people matter.

ANSWER THE DARN QUESTION YOU HAVE BEEN ASKED without resorting to political point scoring, even just answer the blinking question. With the real answer, not what you have been told to say, or what you think you should say.

I am not going to vote in the European Elections. For the first time ever. It will be strange. The leaflets probably won’t come through the door to enable me to make a decision (like the elections for Police Crime Commissioners) – what a farce that was!), we won’t have callers at the door, yet we will be expected to make a decision. What a pile of crock. You wouldn’t buy a house or a car like that would you?

This has been a bit of a rant. I am not a political person particularly. I am just fed up with how my country has been run for the past 200 years or so. It is time for a change, but I don’t know what that change should be. Brighter brains than mine need to work that out.



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