Let’s do another month of M’s prompts shall we…this one is in response to the Weaving Words prompt.
I was never a political creature you know and, whilst this may surprise you, I am still not. Yes I will admit to being somewhat obsessed with writing about the Donald but that is simply because I find him a quite repulsive creature and worthy of derision and mockery because of who he is and the quite terrible things I believe him to have done.
Ever since the ascendancy of his star I have found myself more and more interested in the politics of America and if I am not careful I shall soon find that I make a liar of myself when it comes to whether I am, in fact, politically inclined.
The thing is though, I am English, so it matters very little where my persuasions lie. Curiously I find to myself far less inclined to care one jot about our very own Brexit shit storm and instead find myself compelled to understand more about just what the devil is going on across the pond.
Anyway, I have researched the basis of the political parties, delved into their history and attempted to understand as much as I can about them whilst reading as much as I could about just what is going on. I am not an over complex sort though, and find myself already making some very basic assumptions about American politics, politicians and sometimes it’s people based on very little information and the behaviour of the people who represent the parties.
It remains a work in progress, and whilst I am quite certain that I would be blue and not red where it a choice I needed to make there is something else of which I am more and more certain the more I learn. The GOP are such vicious beastly and quite ferocious creatures by all accounts that even they would make the vermicious knid seem tame by comparison. I am not sure about all of it’s members obviously, but those in positions of power that I have been looking at have left me rather shocked.
I will keep working on it, and happy to have my mind changed but I think it will be quite some stretch given what I have seen. This is not to say the other lot are a whole lot better, I am sure they are equally abhorrent if you look closely enough.
Anyway, I know I am not at all qualified to comment on such things and it is rather ignorant of me to do so but I will nonetheless. Now I will shut up.
Goodnight x and get back to writing that limerick about the chap who likes his bottom fiddling with.
P.S. It’s funny you know, when I sat down I honesty intended to write a poem about a boy who fought the knids. Oh well…