[OBVIOUSLY MORE THAN] FOURWORD[S]:
Politics, like news and economics, is one of those singular words which looks – to the newcomer and woefully uninitiated – as if it’s a concept of decidedly plural inclinations.
Like modern news and economics both, however, modern politics is anything but.
People are represented.
Needs are fulfilled.
Wants are properly queried.
Education spreads wisdom.
Health is defended.
Wars are avoided.
Love finds its space to spread like … well … everyone’s fave Nutella!
And ordinary people like you and me find the idea of politics a bloody breeze.
Politics not only scams but also embarrasses us into turning off our grey cells faster than a mobile phone that rings during Mass.
Love spreads like a lard on slices of poor man’s bread … stale as a life without real hugs or embraces.
Wars are conducted.
Health is degraded.
Education spreads despair.
Wants are manipulated.
Needs are ignored.
Only some people are represented.
The people represented are the ones who know the representatives.
Often the people represented best are the representatives themselves.
And politics does work.
For some, for sure.
Not in the way any sane person’d wish.
The sane people just end up behind the bars of this zoo, looking out at what they might see looking in.
And so the representatives and their five percent (I meant the commissions but could just as easily have stated the constituencies) look that curiously in from afar.
And all this time the representative politics we desire and aspire to disappears in a cloud of mirrored smoke.
If you were a writer who once felt political, what would you NOW choose to write about? Love in all its many forms – or politics in its global and fiercely repressive singular?
Tell me, where would you find YOUR Nutella?
Where would you prefer to duck?