I feel closer to Gordon Brown today than I ever have before. That we are still 20,000km apart is neither here nor there.
For the first time in a long time, I can actually identify with a politician. I’ve heard his actual opinion, what Gordon Brown: The Man really thinks, rather than what Gordon Brown: The Prime Minister is Meant To Say.
The sad thing about what has become “the turning point of the election” *yawn* is that he’s right. Gillian Duffy is bigoted. And stupid. I mean, what kind of person doesn’t know where Eastern Europeans come from? It’s like Ronseal, love. It says so on the tin. She probably has never been wronged by one and is only outraged because the Daily Mail told her she should be.
I’ve complained before about how the election process is completely broken. Surely we’re supposed to find out more about how our politicians are like us. So why does the election process present us with a small number of similarly grey men, all presenting what the media have decided is a prime ministerial facade?
Am I really meant to vote for one of three shades of grey, when the true colour of each man is either red, blue or yellow?