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It’s election year again, oh woe is me, oh woe, oh woe, oh woe is me.
It’s that time again when the Pollies stop bickering amongst them selves and get down and dirty, and have a bloody good scrap.
There will be lollies and candy for everyone, a little bit here and a little there.
Spin Doctors will go into overdrive, all sides crying foul.
You can hear the closet doors being slammed, locked and bolted right now if you listen hard enough. Just in case a skeleton gets out and goes wandering into the middle of a perfectly good election campaign, with its big bony feet flailing around the place, causing untold trouble and embarrassment for everyone concerned.
Much chest banging will follow, and the campaign will seem like a soap opera that’s well past its use by date for most of us.
By election time, we’ll all be lining the Kitty Litter box with the front page of the paper, even before we read it.
Old enemies suddenly become the best of friends, old friends become mortal enemies.
Old Pollies get dragged out of the undergrowth and dusted off, to prop up the elusion.
Any embarrassing situations will be dealt with as quickly as possible if the Press will allow it. The spin doctors will be looking to use absolutely anything as a distraction.
Special auditors and commissions of enquiry will be sent into troublesome situations with strict instructions get on top of it, put a lid on it, and don’t release any reports or findings till after November, December would be better, just before Christmas, when no one will notice.
Normally honourable men in minor public service positions will have to renege on long term contracts and agreements just because someone else, higher up the food chain, needs their budget.
The trouble is that when the kids start getting boisterous in the playpen and the toys start getting thrown about the place, bystanders get hit and good people get hurt.
Lollies and candy cost money you know, big money and it’s got to come from somewhere, they sure as hell can’t spend their nest eggs on the basics, like honouring agreements when there is an advertising war chest to fill.
Who cares if some people lose their jobs as a consequence, as long as it doesn’t make the papers and spoil the grand plan.
Promises of ten million here, a hundred million there, spread over ten years of course, so that they don’t have to pay for it now. We will give you anything, as long as you elect us.
Photo opportunities and sound bytes will drown us all in sycophancy.
Lobbyists of every make, model and creed will slither out of the woodwork to claim their share of the booty.
We have a hard earned right in this country, dating back to the Magna Carta I think, the right to vote.
We also have another right, dating back to the same moment in time, the right not to vote if we so choose.
I wonder what would happen if no one voted, if the Press and the Media just straight out ignored them.
Vain and egotistical B grade actors, can’t function when the houselights gets turned off.
Just like spoilt little kids having a paddy, we should all just turn our collective backs on them and walk away.
Now that would be an inquiry worth watching. If the post election analysis showed only 1% of the population bothered to play their game, it would be the most colossal vote of no confidence ever recorded.
Just try and ignore that referendum, Pal.
Now there’s a fantasy worth cultivating.
But then, that is “Just an old truck driver’s point of view”
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