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Politics - Too Big A Topic For A Mere Blog Post

Dear Shackman,

Fellow LBC blogger and conspirator,I don't know you personally, but believe me, if we ever manage to meet in person, I shall have issues to discuss. Why? Well, what in Heaven's name inspired you to give us a topic like politics for a group blogging post? Of all the subjects there is? Well, I'll tell you this much, as they say back in dear old Ireland, it would take more than a blog post to cover this topic! A whole series of blog posts wouldn't cover the likes of a topic such as this.

Politics - US elections

Coming, as you do, dear Shackman, from the United States of America, it's not difficult (in a way!) to understand why exactly you went and picked a topic like this one. Oh, yes! While the whole world looked on, aghast, in recent times, the USA went and democratically voted for a president who, apparently, nobody wants. Now that's a good one, as they might say back home in the Emerald Isle. A very good one indeed! Oh, yes! Well, I suppose you couldn't expect anything less, from a country with really prides itself on being the cradle of democracy. Well, one of the cradles, if not THE cradle.

What should I write in a blog post about politics? The art and the science of governance? Or the art and science of getting oneself elected to govern? Or if not govern, to sit in on and even contribute to debates about the various laws which are about to be passed? Political ideologies? The electoral process? The left? The right? The centre? I wouldn't know where to start!

Politics - my take on it

People,in general, I've found, say horrible things about politicians. There's the judgmental comment about politics being the world's second oldest profession, not too different from the world's oldest profession and we all know what that is. This remark is usually accompanied by derisory sniggers. But let a successful politician appear and you'll see people fawning all over him.

I remember, many years ago, reading an interview in an Indian magazine (can't remember which one), with Selja Kumari, an Indian politician who was had just begun her career. I can't quote, but I remember her saying that when you're nominated to run for elections, everyone loves you and wants to know you. But followers ready to bask in your reflected glory will drop you like a hot potato if you lose. Interesting....

Politics tends to attract people because of the promise of power. But when a politician falls, it can be painful indeed. I read somewhere on the Internet that Mrs. Hillary Clinton had some kind of breakdown after she lost the US elections. If that's true, it's not difficult to understand why.

My brush with politics - albeit brief

Many years ago, in Dublin, when I was but a young, innocent girl, I was sleeping my brains out at home one Saturday morning, having danced the previous night away in one of Dublin's nightclubs (and imbibed several drinks). Considerably hung over, I didn't know that my mother had gone for her Saturday shopping. My sisters were out of the house and I was alone, holding the fort and I didn't even know it. Irritated by a persistent knocking on the hall door, I rose from the bed, pulled on a particularly horrible-looking dressing gown (because no-one's going to see it, right? Wrong!) and answered the door, muttering a few curses under my breath as I did so. I was never in the best of form after a night out on the town.

I was greeted on the doorstep by an enthusiastic young worker for the Irish ruling party at the time. He informed me that the new candidate for the local seat of TD (we call MPs TDs in Ireland, did I mention that?) was on a walkabout, ready to meet his future constituents. Panic gripped me. "I....I...can't meet him.." I stammered, all bashful and coy. "Sure, I'm only in me nightdress......"

The party worker stepped aside to reveal The Politican, in all his glory. Handsome, suited, debonair and reeking of a particularly tasteful and expensive brand of aftershave, he resembled the stereotype Mills & Boon hero. Yes, it was Ivor Callely himself (he was subsequently elected and served as a politician for many years. Bear in mind, this was Ireland, around thirty years ago).

Was I speechless? Yes, I was. The Politician took my hand in a firm grip, looked deep into my eyes and uttered some immortal words which have stayed with me forever. What were those words?

"If every woman came to the door to meet me in a nightdress, I'd be a happy man." Yes, those were his very words. Then he was gone, never to return. The scent of his aftershave lingered in the air, leaving this young, impressionable girl all of a flutter, charmed by the unexpected and ever-so-brief encounter.

Ivor Callely's career may have had its ups and downs since that fateful morning.However, for me, that moment is forever etched in my consciousness. Even here, today, in Lucknow, India, thirty years later, the memory still lingers.

Conclusion to blogging group post on politics

You know, Shackman, Uttar Pradesh, the state in which I live in India, is having its state-level elections soon. Sadly, I'm unable to vote. As an overseas citizen of India, I cannot do so and as a non-resident Irish citizen, I can't vote there either. But I shall enjoy watching television reports and reading the newspaper articles about the various electoral shenanigans, which, in Uttar Pradesh, are far more entertaining than any soap opera. 

Shackman, I particularly look forward to reading Hindustan Times journalist Sunita Aron's analyses of all things electoral. A superb writer who knows the political terrain of UP inside and out, she's more than qualified to write a blog post on politics. She's written several books on the subject, actually.

So, dear Shackman, it appears that I've been able to come up with something to write about your topic after all, even if it's not exactly an in-depth analysis. 'Something' is the main word here. And that, of course, is better than nothing. I don't think the search engines will get too excited about this post, but at least I've got my group post ready. And as we say in Dublin, 'that's something'.

I have recently resumed blogging with the Loose Bloggers Consortium, a group of bloggers who post on the same topic/prompt every Friday. I'm an old member of this friendly group and delighted to be back. The current blogging members of this group are: RamanaChuck and Pravin. Thanks to Shackman for the topic/prompt 'politics'.

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  1. Sad that Shackman cannot ever impress you as much as the after shave lotioned politico did to you. The former has a beard that is about twenty times bigger than mine. In other words, he does not shave and therefore does not have to use the lotion. On the other hand, he too will tell you exactly the same thing that the latter did to you if you ever greeted him in your night gown. For that matter, so would I.

    1. Ramana bhai, the night gown in question was hideous. The politico in question was just being nice and I knew it. But still...

  2. You clearly believe anything that can be said in a sentence or two can be said better in multiple paragraphs so I find it hard to believe any topic would be difficult. However, next time you find a topic offensive just skip it. For the record, since I have a degree in political science I find politics to be a fun topic, especially with all of the current insanity.

    1. Aww, Shackman, have I hurt your feelings? It was just my quirky sense of humour. I had no idea you were such a sensitive soul. Shame on me, for imagining you as being thick-skinned....

    2. Did Maria say the topic was offensive? If so, I missed it! No, she suggested it was wide ranging, with multiple facets...thereby making it difficult to choose exactly what to wtite about...something that I would concur with!

  3. Politics never ceases to amaze me at times. Sometimes I despair. Best not to get me started!
    Maggie x

  4. Indeed, Maggie May. I was back in Ireland last summer and I remember all the waves Brexit created.


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