Anyway, this is what becomes of when we peruse the reams of drivel put out about this General Election by those pundits of the MSM who would wear the trousers of earnest pontification and adopt the serious stances of those whose opinions are not just like ours, which to them resemble the piss of small rodents blowing away on the breeze to be lost in the long grass of indifference.
Still, we here in the audience must adopt the furrowed brow and chin-stroking earnestness that must greet every one of their pronouncements, and – thenceforth - regard it as wise almost beyond our mental grasp, something we can only tentatively admire with our pedestrian minds, not reach out grasp and turn it this way and that to admire its brilliance under the sharp light of more enquiring minds than ours.
Only it isn’t like that, not at all.
What we get are some half-baked platitudes, some cobbled together rumours from bars and tea rooms lightly dusted with a sprinkling of multi-coloured speculations and wishful thinking. There is some insight, but that has all the depth of wisdom of a puddle after a summer shower and has about as much impact on the dry dust of public awareness.
We get the trite, the banal, the obvious. We get five or ten minutes of our time wasted that could so valuably be spent looking at pictures of cute kittens doing cute things in a cute way with cutely-spelled captions.
We could even turn to look out of the window for five minutes instead, and see that there is a world out there waiting for us to come out and play.
No comments:
Post a Comment