I’m going to electronically scribble a few lines on the upcoming General Election, and then I’m going to do my absolute best to just get on with my life.
I have been fortunate enough to have met my local MP, Anna Turley, on a couple of occasions—she even made an impromptu appearance to support the darts marathon I did last May. From the brief conversation we had, and from what I’ve seen and read in the media (and social media), Anna is a genuine, dedicated and caring young woman, who is committed to working as hard as she can on behalf of, and for the benefit of her constituents.
And frankly, as far as I’m concerned, that’s all I need to know.
For the record, she is a Labour MP, but whether rightly or wrongly I will be voting on the basis of Anna as a person, and not the party she happens to represent. So yes, I will be voting Labour by default, but my cross will be a reflection of character and integrity, not necessarily political ideals.
I’ll be absolutely honest, I’m not entirely sure exactly what our various parties stand for—and even if I was, I suppose I’d soon by thrown off course by the next convenient U-turn. I have little trust in any of our political leaders; and I also have a fundamental problem with the convincingly-delivered views of so-called experts that we will no doubt hear ad nauseam over the next few weeks.
For example, one party says such-and-such will happen when we leave the European Union; another party says the opposite—a maximum of one view may be right… a minimum of one must be wrong. But these are “experts”; the people we believe can or will do what’s best for this country—for us. Yet fifty percent of what they say must by definition be (for want of a better word) crap.
You could almost put a 50p coin in charge of the country and whenever there’s a tough decision that needs to be made, just give it a spin and statistically you’ve got a fighting chance of being right at least (if not more) often than your average Prime Minister or Leader of the Opposition: heads, we go for a “soft Brexit”, tails, it’s the “hard” option; heads Donald Trump is an idiot… tails, oh… he’s still an idiot.
Fair enough, I’m making light of serious matters; of course, there are issues to resolve that will have far-reaching long-term consequences (for us and perhaps more importantly for the next generation). Many, in fact probably most of you will have opinions on various subjects that are stronger and significantly better-informed than mine, and on 8th June you will make a choice based on the party that best reflects and represents your beliefs and ideologies.
I accept there’s a bigger picture, but I’ve lived through plenty of General Elections, changes of government, good times (relatively speaking), and bad times; and I think I’ve reached the point where my views can be summed up in one line from an old Doris Day song….
“Once I had a secret love….”
Drat, wrong song: “Que sera sera…”
I’ll simply vote for the person who I know will do a great job for the area where I live; as for the country as a whole… whatever will be, will be.
Richard... Jack of some trades... you can guess the rest