I want politicians to be as good as their words

AS required and requested by Magna Carta, the Boston Tea Party, and a reminder from her indoors, I purposefully strode out to the polling station to make my mark for democracy, the good of nation, and

peace in our time.

It’s our civic duty to see that the right blokes and ladies are given the means and encouragement to turn the will of the people into viable and life-enhancing actions that benefit all.

My first encounter at the seat of democracy was the smiling face of the lady who checked my driving licence. Then the keepers of the sacred book of names.

I made my mark, posted my selection in the ballot box and left in the knowledge that my hardearned will be spent wisely and diligently in the pursuit of law and order and civic amenities.

So much for fairy stories. Now the realities. UK & Co Ltd is in deep poo. Not enough affordable housing, spiralling crime and unfettered immigration, although I read today that the mass deportation of illegals and undesirables has commenced.

A small step in the right direction.

It is the fervent wish of this still tax-paying pensioner, that those

who are chosen for high office do exactly as instructed on the tin. No faffing about with escorts, iffy bankers and questionable corporations, spend my dosh wisely on something that benefits all strata of society... it’s not rocket science.

Start with the bloody potholes that are a danger to all, then get a grip on the damn junk food shops, that seem to appear overnight, resulting in a sea of discarded tins, cartons and half-eaten burgers and kebabs. Oh, and while you’re at it, how’s about some more plod on the beat, visible, and ready to deal with any nutter carrying a blade, sword, scythe, knobkerrie, Claymore, bayonet, scimitar or mum’s old rolling pin.

The big stuff that is blighting areas is for central government to sort out, and we, the faceless minority, have very little to no control over.

The local stuff, that is funded by our council tax via elected councillors directly affects our daily lives – like litter, broken street

lights, and rubbish collection etc – we can have some input.

Returning to the ancestral pile, via a visit to the shops for a lastminute purchase of her favourite biscuits, the thought occurred to me, in the great scheme of things, does our vote make one iota of difference? It seems our elected representatives once in harness, seem to discard their pledges and promises and go their own sweet way.

Or is it just me.

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