I find myself (reluctantly) returning to the political stage, after hearing an interview this week on the 'Today' programme on Radio4. Oh yes, I listen to Radio4. Quite an admission and although I am seeking help, the pills haven't kicked in just yet.
Michael Gove is the current government oik, running the Education Dept. He also has a face made for punching and a matching supercilious attitude, borne no doubt, of his Calvinistic Aberdonian adoptive upbringing and scholarship won English studies in his Oxford Alma mater. He was actually born in Edinburgh, so he really has in fairness, had very little good fortune from the earliest of times. I can somehow picture Gove the Younger, in full bespectacled mode, bullied remorselessly, for being...well, a git. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in any way condoning or in favour of such actions, but I'll make an exception in his case. With his little head poised perilously over the lavatory, awaiting the inevitable flush, muttering dark oaths about returning to the education system in adulthood and 'sorting' things...
Well, Uncle 'call me Dave' seems to have found it within himself to have faith in this weasel...well his wealth is estimated at around £1million...so he's ripe for a cabinet post in this 'we're all in it together' governmental hierarchy. Even prior to this great elevation, he seems to have had rather a chequered little political career thus far, never a million miles away from rubbing someone up the wrong way...sadly never an axe murderer, but there's time yet. In keeping with many of his counterparts, he's been partial to the odd dalliance with his expenses and when all is said and done, nothing I have seen or heard, will convince me that this little nonentity of a gnome should be doing anything that might be considered important to the UK populous.
Anyhoo, in this interview, he was asked a pretty straightforward yes or no question regarding an accounting blunder in his department, with £300 extra per pupil being allocated in some academies. Cue the smooth talking glove puppet, turning into a babbling, tittering little prick, because he had been found out and couldn't bring himself to admit the thing that all of us little people ask of these out of step/out of touch politicians...yes, the truth! I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or jump on a plane to Londonshire and toe-end Gove straight up the passage.
You see, friends, Romans, Countrymen, Gove is just a microcosm of the many reasons that swathes of people throughout this pox-ridden island, despise politics and the system that allows wankers like him to preach their gospel to us, to show us how to improve things and by definition, ourselves and yet when they are given the opportunity to admit to that one human frailty we all possess - the ability to make a mistake - they choose to wriggle and squirm (or simply lie) their way out of it, thus attaining instant credibility expiry and full unencumbered membership of the 'unfit for purpose' club.
As someone once said, 'if voting changed anything, it'd probably be made illegal'...
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