Maybe rhassoul mud, just to soften the skin and the blow a little.
I have a friend on Facebook who is maaaaaaad into a particular political party. Every single time he updates his page it is something to do with said party. Now to a certain extent, that’s fine; if you’re absorbed in what you’re doing, then you are only going to update about that. This is why I rarely blog about anything that’s not about me.
It’s just that the vast majority of these particular updates are split between MY PARTY IS AMAZING AND THE BEST EVER AND IT ROCKS and THE OTHER PARTY ARE HORRIBLE AND NASTY AND THEY SMELL. I have not yet seen a single valid, reasoned or interesting piece of political debate anywhere near his page. Not one. I scoured the damn thing, and all the INVESTIGATE WHERE THAT SMELL IS COMING FROM OH IT’S THE OTHER PARTY-type groups, and still nothing.
Those groups are something else entirely. It’s like someone has taken all the meanest and smallest-minded comments from the Daily Mail website and vomited them out on the page. Hang on – that’s not quite it. They’ve taken the comments, eaten them, waited until the spelling and punctuation have been partially digested, knocked back seventeen pints of snakebite & black and then vomited THAT mixture back onto the page, pecking pigeon-like through the remains for any remaining tasty morsels of grammar that might indicate some residual intelligence. I would not trust these people to vote on the X factor, let alone the future of our country.
Then again, I wouldn’t trust most of the country to vote on the X factor anyway.
OK, scrap that. It just frightens me that these are the people who want to head into politics. They want it. They crave it. They are, in short, exactly the people who shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near politics. I fear for our safety.