The great ‘Immigration debate’ is one of those great drunken Jacks-in-a-box, one of those recurring national issues which won’t stop rearing its head every once in a while in ‘developed countries’ (God, I hate that term). Being a teenager living in a town/multicultural town/ghetto/failed liberal experiment/ticking timebomb, delete as is your political ideology, and being the child of a parent born in England but with ethnic roots elsewhere while the other parent naturalised and well, naturally I have something to say about it.
Positivity Link: Disney and occasional cases of decency.
It’s election time in America again and the media will not let us forget it. I live on the other side of the ocean, and yet there’s still talk about Biden and Ryan and a whole sea of Obama supporters (for some reason us Brits don’t like Romney. I think it’s something to do with the Mormonism. Or the unnerving smile.) Even here in English politics, the entire country was able to groan when Nick Plebb “apologised” for his party’s lies and then readjusted his tie in preparation for the 2015 elections.
Politicians on both sides of the world are preparing for their slinging matches and proud voters are buying badges and shirts to publicly affirm their support for X party. And I have to admit that I just don’t understand it at all. Democracy seems to be a popularity game, with an entrée of lies for the voters and a main course of unfulfilled promises. And yet the public buys into it every single time.