Entities of the Political Collective

The very tinned peach segments (in light syrup) of all we hold dear seem to tremble with foreboding as it now becomes clear that despite a recent General Election we still end up with a bunch of politicians almost indistinguishable from the last lot, except maybe their suits seem slightly better made. We look from pigs to men and back again and we find we cannot distinguish one from the other.

However, what did we really expect?

Vote for clowns and you get clowns. Vote for politicians and you get mendacious self-serving entities of the political collective whose answer to overwhelming invasive, inept and inert bureaucracy is more invasive, inept and inert bureaucracy heaped upon itself until the ship of state creaks at the gunwales and ships water as soon as it heads out into the sea. That is providing, of course, that it has filled out the necessary embarkation forms, journey plan, health and safety survey and the crew have completed all their diversity-awareness and cultural sensitivity training courses. Not only that – obviously – they will have to have the EU-stipulated cohort of the essential five-a-day co-ordinators necessary for the voyage to advise on what fruit and vegetables the voyage planning committee should have allocated some of their budget for to avoid the unforeseen outbreak of scurvy.

Then, all they have to do is wait for the Voyage Direction-Taking committee to produce its report and they can be off.

Only then, just out at sea, they will find they suddenly need to set up an inquiry committee to advise on what lessons can be learnt from the way the ship seems to be already sinking, less than a mile from the port.