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We end up getting the politicians we deserve

Ah. As they say in China. Ah so. The approaching General Erection. Ah so.

Private Eye is a great (pardon the approaching, unintended pun) eye-opener as to how the 650 of them (minus the really good and great amongst them, for example Jim Murphy and Alan Johnson to name but two - please note MPs from other other parties are also available from the aforementioned 10%) just have an eye on their five-year, £67060-a-year plus expenses cushty job - unless they get a knee up into the Lords, where they are paid to wear extremely silly wigs, sleep or play Candy Crush.

They really don't give a stuff about the rest of us, forever saying "I believe" or occasionally, the even more creative "we believe" at every available opportunity, compromising their Saville Row suits just for the mere few weeks of Purdah to kiss the proletariat's snotty babies or to don high-vis jackets and hard hats and pretend they actually know what is going on in a village bakery.

After 7th May, we won't see their backsides for dust until either 2020, or maybe sooner if there's a by-election caused by one of them expiring because of the pressure of getting to their £1500 a day on-the-side, consultancy job.

I may decry HR (well I do decry HR, and at every available opportunity), but as the MPs prospective employers, we actually do a far worse a job than any HR numpty would. Many of us defend - whether it's a family allegience, a personality thing or whatever - some of the biggest liars and eejits in the country, through defending a party that, at the end of the day, doesn't actually give a stuff about us unless we're a paying member, and even then, they will only write to us once a year with a membership payment remittance form.

All the better that they get the pubic to support and often myopically defend them, with us there to help them maintain their five-year, £67050-a-year plus expenses job. Yes, they'll send out the odd Xerox'd reply to a concern we write to them, addressing us carefully and personally as Miss Smith when we are in reality Mr Jones.

All parties lie though their teeth, always very conveniently forgetting what a mess their predecessors have made of things.

Great work if you can get it.

And we must be mad to encourage, support and put up with them.

Maybe it's about time that some of us form the totally honest "Double Standards" party and go out canvassing for no other reason that gaining wonderful donations from those with so much money that it's rotting their sensibilities, honestly stating that all we we want to do is give up working for a living and instead, get a £67,060 year plus expenses position - while still keeping our own jobs on the side.

They're like a bunch of tram drivers who can't drive trams and have a tramway phobia and who don't know what a tram stop or tram timetable is.

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