Trust

There’s a lot going on in politics at the moment. I am aghast at my lack of interest, but remain unmotivated to begin to understand all the implications of current events. Ever since I became aware of politics I have felt I would never ever catch up, in the meantime I’ve clocked up about 40 years worth of not trusting politicians. Choosing one to support is like having all my least favourite and most hated foods on my plate and being told to pick one to eat before I can leave the table. Yum. Notice the child-like state there, despite my years, that’s what politics does for me.

Actually, there aren’t many things I don’t like to eat, but there are quite a few that make me feel ill, so I have to avoid the lovely mature cheddar because of sinus, and the wheat because of sluggishness, and raw onion because it makes me sleep (I promise you, it does), so it seems that there are parallels between politicians and food, for me at least. I truly hate cooking…but I’ll clean up after someone else has cooked, which also suggests that I might not be bothered about what impact politics has on my daily life until it’s too late, but I’ll certainly muck in to clean up the mess once it’s done. In which case, it would be wiser to make sure I know why and for whom I do eventually vote, so that there isn’t too much shouting and clearing up to be done if the muck hits the fan. I think there are a lot of people like me and we need to get real and sort ourselves out. Perhaps the ‘don’t know’s’ should be renamed the ‘don’t trust’s’ because that’s the core issue for me. Politicians just don’t present as people I can trust, starting with their usual avoidance of a straight answer which annoys me everytime (yes, I know, that’s politics in action).

If politics wasn’t so serious, it would be amusing to watch the game playing politicians dancing around the issues, like puffed up, self-righteous actors on contract to a long running soap story, all afraid of being killed off.
But it is serious, and it’s not funny. Dash it.