I am not often moved to comment on sex, religion or politics though when the spirit stirs, the tongue feels compelled.
As the world knows we in the UK have just had our General election (and some local ones too) and what a mess of potage the whole thing has turned out to be:
– polls with predictions more inaccurate than our weather forecasts. Both use computer modelling which are by their very nature biased by the data that is input. Whilst one cannot change the outcome of isobars the other seems intended to move the ‘don’t knows’ into the ‘everyone is voting for this party so you might as well do the same’ camp. From the results, it would seeem that this social nudging turned out to be like the proverbial water on ducks.
– and then there was denial in the face of evidence to the contrary – as the Big Brother Corporatation with its own particular single-minded agenda could not comprehend the exit polls nor report it with any clarity
-but most sickening of all are surely the juvenile tactics:-
- party leaders out competing each other on how many kitchens they did or did not have and pumping themselves up with pseudo gusto for a camapign they were already tired of
- manifesto writing in stone, like Moses coming down from the mountain (when it was more akin to Daniel with the writing already on the wall “Mene, Mene”)
- midnight visits to a rabid celebrity for the popularity vote and somewhat viscious sniping north and south of the border
The results shocked the pundits but not the voting public – there is much talk of getting back to grass roots but little taste for hearing how the grass actually grows outside of academia, the stock exchange or ivory towers.
“If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity. (MiddleMarch – George Eliot)
As for me, I escaped the furore with a postal vote and a trek through the Segovia region with a donkey – no grass grew under my feet! [Intend to join Jo’s Monday walk with a post on my adventure before long]