David Cameron is breaking the winds of change. I suppose there’s little to stop him now, following an eloquent speed containing lots of hollow phrases. Even though I hate the idea of yet another polished and styled politician leading the country, it is certainly time for a change.
Too bad there isn’t a real alternative to chose from.
Anyway, I wasn’t so much wondering about David Cameron but about Steve Hilton. I suppose initially, leading modern-time politicians and hopeful candidates had an advisor. A panel of advisors. An assistant. Maybe a press officer. A speech writer, and a campaign manager.
When did it start that hopeful candidates (and some of those elected) were in need of a Head of Marketing of the unquestioned calibre of advertising expert Steve Hilton?
I hate the idea that our modern politicians are all styled like one would otherwise brand a fashion accessory. Whatever happened to a convincing argument, a promising strategy, a steadfastness in certain principles of politics, humanity and morality?
The Conservative Party was close to winning the campaign. In a last-minute effort, they stage the two town drunks and make them give speeches.
This was too embarrassing. I broke away and went to the nearby church hall to collect my things. A woman followed me, cornered me inside the hall, hugged and explained:
You owe me a kiss.
Before I could figure an elegant way of inquiring the kind lady’s name, she proceeded to take what she thought was hers.
I have a faint recollection that there might be some truth in her claim, but struggle with the details, as this would go over 25 years back.
At the same time that I am both unable to speak and think of her name, my wife enters the room. We break apart in time, and she says cheerfully
Your wife? Come on, won’t you introduce me?
How very embarrassing. Thankfully, the alarm rung and got me out of this tight spot in the last moment.
Some while ago, I had something to say about the local Labour Party’s Pamphlet. Sadly, no second edition of their newsletter has graced my letter box since November. Maybe they were slain by disgruntled locals.
I am overjoyed to report that the local Conservative Party comes to the rescue and distributes their Summer 2007 newsletter (front page shown here).
Don’t you just love how they generously offer help to the people of their constituency: "When all else fails, we will do our best to sort it out."
Too bad they only offer themselves as the last resort, even though they clearly have the best ideas to fix difficult problems:
"You told us that you wanted the Council to provide more value for money, so:
The Conservative council has just set the lowest Council tax rise in 13 years."
Let me see: If ratio R is defined as R = Value (V) divided by Money (M), you can increase R by increasing V, or by reducing M. However, if M grows, R will only grow if V grows even more. So, the more value for money we get is based on a rise in value measured against the lowest rise in M in the last 13 years.
They don’t like putting the bar too high, do they? I’ll be running out of options at the next elections. I can’t wait for the pamphlet of the local Green Party, he he.