Did we all exercise our right to vote? Get the boot in, did you?
We’re a funny lot, aren’t we? In the local council elections, in many places there wasn’t much local happening in people’s minds. As far as the overall control of councils goes, as I write this, the Conservatives look pretty much like holding their own. However, the enjoyment some voters gained through punishing their local Lib Dem councillors (for the actions of that party in the national government coalition) has put a huge smile on the face of Labour. Of course, only tomorrow will tell how many of these feeling satisfied voters will come to regret losing their local Lib Dem councillors, and whether that slap to Nick Clegg was really worth it. Ah, I love the funny season!
In Scotland, with the Scottish National Party on a roll, should Alex Salmond gain overall control, as looks likely, I foresee a referendum on independence for Scotland. And that reminds me: I must learn how to spell Sassenach. It’s a strange word; one that never quite sounds the same coming from a Scottish mouth. They frequently see the need to qualify it with a ripe adjective, running the words together, and you feel the spelling should start with an F – or maybe a B? Perhaps we should remind them, the Highlanders once used the word to describe other Scots, and start a civil war up there. That should keep them out of our hair for a while! Only joking! We love you really! (We have to – you’ve got the oil!)
How about the Yes-No vote on AV? Did you bother? I suspect many did not; there seemed little interest in it. In my mind, the vote for or against AV was the weirdest thing ever. Fighting tooth and nail, it was a system not even desired by those who were advocating it – they really wanted PR. So why? If you are a vegetarian, would you enjoy a steak simply because you could vote for one? The mind boggles!
Moving on to other things: I see the death of Osama’s been laden (Ouch!) with controversy. It seems just about everybody is happy the man is dead, but will now spend months, if not years, arguing over how he died. Really, it’s all about how you like your eggs, isn’t it? Quite obviously, Osama Bin Laden enjoyed his scrambled, and perhaps we should remember that before criticising how those US troops served our breakfast.
