Let’s get political, political. I want to get political, political.
With just under a week to go until the general election of 2017 I feel like I wouldn’t be true to myself if I didn’t try and engage even a few people. Motivation is my game, and for you to vote is my aim.
There are always certain conversations I find myself having in the run-up to any election…
- Firstly, there is of course the usual… “YOU’RE ‘NOT FUSSED’? SUFFRAGETTES MAN! LIKE WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU, PEOPLE DIE TO GET THE VOTE, BLOODY USE IT!”
- Then there’s the “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR VOTE DOESN’T COUNT? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW THE SYSTEM WORKS? FIND OUT HOW YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE” (via this handy link here)
- Finally there’s the, “SORRY, DID I MISS-HEAR YOU? YOU WORK IN <INSERT CAREER AFFECTED BY TORIES> AND YOU’RE VOTING FOR THE CONSERVATIVES, DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO YOURSELF?”
For most of my youth I was intrigued and taken by the political system. That there were these ‘people in charge’ that made decisions, which I found fascinating. Spitting Image dominated some evenings, with this odd character called John Major appearing regularly on my TV.
Followed later by this mad “hope”, which I felt even as a ten-year-old. It was all set around this character/savior called Tony Blair.
The Liberal Democrats were the only hope in my area full stop (plus Paddy Pants down sounded hilarious to my younger self), so in a Tory stronghold my parents educated me to this fact. Lib Dems really were the only real alternative (Tom Wells almost did it in my constituency), and once I understood what they themselves stood for I thought, yeah I am in! I voted in 2005, to no avail. So when 2010 came around I decided to help out my local PPC for West Worcestershire (against the once infamous Sir Michael Spicer, and then Harriet Baldwin) making phone calls, knocking on doors – doing what I could.
I woke up on that fateful day in May 2010, to see Clegg and Cameroid shaking hands. Moving in next door to each other, acting like old pals who would inevitably invite each other round for a BBQ. Clegg’s view was that he could water down the Tory policies, Cameron’s view was that he could fuck Clegg up his arse like a… pig (ring any bells?).
I lost all faith and hope in politics as over the next few years as I saw Clegg make U-turn after foible. It became embarassing. Liberal Democrat was a dirty word.
They had danced with the devil and that was it for me.
Fast forward to 2015, I was living in London and as the campaigns started ramping up, so did that old stir inside me to get involved. So I grabbed all the pamphlets I could find for Islington North, and started devouring them. There was this guy called Jeremy Corbyn.
I’d never voted Labour before, but man did he sound like my kind of candidate.
I found out more and more about him, and I agreed with everything he stood for, everything he had tried to do – as basically an insignificant back-bencher.
I didn’t hesitate and jovially ticked the box, watched the evening unfold, and saw how the Tories destroyed the frankly weak Ed Milliband. But of course Corbyn stayed as my MP… and then months later, as a joke, they threw his name into the party leader ring. And the rest is history.
When Teresa Ma(ggie)y called the snap election, which she had promised wouldn’t happen. I turned to my BF and we agreed – ‘well done TM you dried up husk, smart move’. The mainstream media, or Ministry for Propoganda as it should be called, had firstly tried to vilify and smear Corbs, then later caused a media blackout, so the Tories were in a phenomenally strong position of power. I am taking like they were looking to be CRUCIFIED in poles!
I mean, WHO would think that they needed to do anything other than call the election, turn up to give a choice few words in strongholds, and then watch the votes come in.
Except, what the mainstream media (i.e. Murdoch and the rest of May’s cronies) have underestimated, is this thing called SOCIAL MEDIA.
By calling an election, by definition you have brought the SPOTLIGHT back to Corbs. And by REFUSING the take part in any kind of debate, by just spinning off practiced and yawn-worthy soundbites, the U.K. public is starting to see that there is not just another option, but that this ‘IRA sympathiser’ (or just someone who was trying to make peace), this ‘communist’ (or someone trying to make things a TINY BIT fairer for the general populous), and this ‘unelectable clown’ (who scores DROVES UPON DROVES of people to come and hear from him), is not just a downright brilliant human being. He’s a genuine candidate for Prime Minister.
The problem with the smug, stuck up, arseholes in the Conservative government, is that they forgot the fact that people are PISSED OFF. You can only distract us with Ant and Dec, X-Factor and take-away’s on a Saturday night for so long.
We demand ANSWERS. We want FAIRNESS. And we do NOT want a Prime Minister, who is so shit scared that Corbs will show her up, will not even show up for a debate. And doesn’t even encourage the young to get involved. It’s LAUGHABLE. And the place we can make our voices heard? Facebook, Twitter and Instagram – as well as blogs such as these.
She is SO ARROGANT. Think about it. She wants to get the job, which only had already by default (don’t get me started on Brexit) without attending the interview.
Please, all I ask is that you listen to what JC has to say, NOT THROUGH THE PAPERS. You dig a bit deeper on what on earth the Tories are playing at (a non-costed manifesto? The HIPOCRASY OF IT!) and you make an informed decision.
Ask yourself this: is it fair that the poor have got poorer, homelessness has doubled, food banks are feeding people who work full time with degrees… whilst the corporations have paid less tax? I had a conversation just today with someone who earns a LOT of money. He said:
“Yes but those Nurses who are using the food banks aren’t distributing their money properly, I bet they have mobile phones AND Sky TV”.
DEAR GOD THOSE SCUMMY NURSES – HOW DARE THEY HAVE A PHONE?!
Who do they think they are? They should be grateful they have a job, let alone ENJOY THEIR LIFE.
It’s a despicable pig-headedness, and we have put up with it for far too long. We are NOT talking about communism, or even socialism. It’s about a TINY BIT MORE EVEN DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH.
We are talking about people having two houses instead of three, five holidays instead of eight. The people that work for those who are rich deserve a QUALITY OF LIFE TOO.
After all, isn’t that what it’s all about?
So over the next week. Read about policies, understand about change. Ask yourself if you want your children to have free healthcare, education and live in a world where we’re all happy to help those less fortunate. Or if you want someone to be making money from illness. For there to be 40 children in a classroom. And for us all to have a libertarian point of view.
Please make the right choice. Because I believe that when you get to the crux of it, we’re better than that.