So I couldn’t get internet access last night. Also couldn’t get access to my hubby after a little argument at the weekend (groan) so, guess what we are approaching our 9th wedding anniversary tomorrow and we are not speaking to eachother – aren’t we grown up? Oh well I got him a pressie and card anyway despite the grumps. Sorry for the sweeping generalisation coming up guys but it has to be said…..(drum roll) Men are all still little boys at heart and when things don’t go their way they throw all their toys out the pram. OK us girls aren’t the most reliable on the mood stakes but I think we are a little more, dare I say it, resilient? Well we have to be don’t we?
While I am on the feministic rant (I’m not sure that is a word but it should be), I opened the local paper today and viewed a rogues gallery of all the candidates in the forthcoming local elections. As I glanced at the pictures, I detected a faint similarity between many of the candidates. It was like a very crap game of Guess Who:
Does the political candidate have boobs? …..No
Does the political candidate have wrinkles and grey hair? ……Yes
(you get my drift)
– it is going to be such a hard job to decide between:
candidate a – white male aged 50 plus
candidate b – white male aged 50 plus
candidate c – white male aged 50 plus
candidate d – white male aged 50 plus
okay so you mustn’t judge a book by its cover but I have a sneaky suspicion that their views aren’t too dissimilar either. A few weeks back I commented on how refreshing it was to have another old male as pope. Maybe once the candidates have fulfilled their ambitions to change the political landscape of the country (more policemen on the beat, tighter planning restrictions, tougher laws on immigration etc) they may want to move to Italy and practice catholicism.
Where are the younger people, the black people, the women – in short anyone who might have a slightly different view and actually represent more than 10% of the population? Where are they?……………………Too busy working.
I think political candidates should be done on some jury/ sabbatical service where you are given some sort of paid leave to contribute to the community and disperse some of this fuddy duddyness that is choking the contemporary progress of local Government.
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Thanks for reading.