Vote for a dead cert
TAX PLAN A STREAK OF IDIOCY Win by Trump stiff is typical elector shrug
FIRST the American stuff. It would be remiss not to mention the midterm elections – even though there’s not really a massive amount to say.
It was one of those fifty-fifty results. Bad for Trump, not bad for Trump, that kind of thing.
As a pointer to where the next election might go in 2020, they maybe lean towards him getting beat. But there’s a long way to go.
Anyways, by far the most interesting story to emerge from this set of elections was the stunning victory of Dennis Hof.
A Republican reality TV star and brothel owner dubbed America’s Pimp, he stood in a rural area of Nevada.
At first glance you wouldn’t have fancied his chances.
On top of his dubious line of work, there’s a raft of sex allegations against him.
He also got reported, back in the day, for death threats. Oh, and he’s dead. Yep. Dead. During this latest election they put notices up saying, pretty much: “He’s dead but still on the ballot paper. So, y’know...”
But still he won. With about 70 per cent of the vote.
The old saying: “To win round here all you need is a Republican rosette and a pulse,” is only half-right.
I raise this not because of any affection for Dennis but because it brings to light the question, who is it that we vote for and why? This week THERE are all sorts of ways the Government can intervene to tackle public health problems.
One of them is making things more expensive. We’ve seen taxes on tobacco, alcohol and sugar. Even a pasty tax was mooted.
But last week’s suggestion was a bridge too far. Scientists reckoned polling was released that shows beyond the very top of UK politics we don’t know who anyone is. It’s more Guess Who than Who’s Who. Things weren’t great for Labour. Outside Corbyn there’s not much recognition. Naturally, 100 per cent of people recognised Theresa May. You would expect that. Weirdly, 89 per cent of people have heard of Jeremy Hunt. I am genuinely puzzled by this. Answers to the usual email please. Further down is Gavin
CULTURE Secretary Jeremy Wright revealed in an interview this week his unusual way to unwind.
He said that once he has finished his “difficult and stressful” job he enjoys going home and building things. But not DIY or anything. “We all have different ways to relax,” said Jeremy, “and mine is Lego.” The largest model he has built is a 4,500brick model of the Death Star, from Star Wars.
This man is the Culture Secretary. Someone buy him a TV. there should be a 79 per cent increase on, of all things, bacon.
Whoever they are, these scientists have grossly underestimated the importance of bacon to the UK populace.
When they closed the cafe near work, which was the only place round here you can get a bacon Williamson – 70 per cent. You know the fella? Gavin. Gavin Williamson. He’s the Defence Secretary. Hangs around with a tarantula.
Beyond Gav, things start to drop off really quickly, until you get all the way down to Alun Cairns, who 86 per cent of people haven’t heard of.
No one is quite sure why this is. Are people less engaged than they were before? Is it that our politicians are not interesting, or we’re not interested in our politicians?
I suppose one thing that doesn’t help is that the answer to: “Haven’t heard sandwich, my friend Neil laid a card and a bunch of flowers outside.
Mercifully the government saw sense. It’s not often we agree with Matt Hancock but the Health Secretary has our support – telling the country our bacon is safe.
Good move, Matt. It would be hard to imagine a rasher decision. of them, what do they look like?” is usually, “Oh, y’know, white, middleaged, greying. Wears a suit.” But there is hope. The Youth Parliament was in the Commons yesterday and the passion and intelligence of these bright youngsters was encouraging.
A new generation of politicians interested in the things we’re interested in and who look and sound like us.
You find yourself optimistic, willing them on, hoping they make it, and that none of them – none of them – grow up to be Alun Cairns. THE Collins Dictionary included gammon in its words of the year. Not the delicious snack but the political insult. It first came to prominince after the referendum as a word to describe white, middle-aged Brexit supporters. When they get angry. Just to be clear, however we illustrate this bit, the picture on the left had nothing to do with me.