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Showing posts with label politics is a hierarchy that plays with other peoples time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics is a hierarchy that plays with other peoples time. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 May 2019

Vote For.....

Because the nobody candidate
represents the wants of the electorate
when they are at the most coherent and clear. 

Monday, 29 May 2017

Maim And Blame

Many have said that 'Politics is a dialogue for the deaf'
an (in)activity where it pays a partisan politician
to misquote the opposition, as if mishearing those
out of power is good for avoiding consensus.

But since most losses of hearing, sight, and other senses
are both rarely intended and rather hard to adapt with,
then these dialogues will make the Politics Of Division
seem like a series of nasty accidents,
where the few seek to rule the future
of the many through mere misfortune. 

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

The Maths And English Of Party Politics

The Political Party Conference season
has come and gone, like it always does.

Through their speeches
leaders lead/push their parties
until what they say goes through
the media mincing machine
popularly known as 'the commentariat',
whose comments the parties will strive to ignore,
buy off, bully, or otherwise mute/redirect.

Accountants and treasury officials
will make the chancellor talk
in accountancy-speak, a language
the public can't make plain in its intent
until it is way too late to counter
what he (it is usually a he) has said.
When the press apply their logic
to the combined effect of the speech
and the stats he quotes they will expose
the emptiness of the aspirational language.
This vacuum will set up next years debts.

But by then the process has moved on
to the legisature to be ratified. 

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

In The Age Of Television

Politics is the art of spinning stories
about the future, in which the politician
poses as the master of the message,
the unmoved mover, against shifting sands.
But in a world in which there is no still centre
-the 'developed' world with its ever expanding media-
they soon become the spun, the commented on,
the reviled and laughed about. I still don't get
how they really expect to be above events
for very long. It is as if the future they aspire
to is only ever meant to affect others, not them.