Politics as Usual
Well, another election is upon us. Signs clutter the scenery, empty promises litter our mailboxes, and money is thrown to the wind in hopes of obtaining another precious term.
I always thought Spring a poor time for elections. Spring is such a hopeful time, green, blooming flowers, migrating birds etc.. Politics are better played out in November when the gray skies lock us in, and the long cold winter is on our horizon.
Anyhow, here is a take on politics from Robert Service. I cannot agree more with its sentiments.
The Receptionist
by Robert W. Service
France is the fairest land on earth,
Lovely to heart's desire,
And twice a year I span its girth,
Its beauty to admire.
But when a pub I seek each night,
To my profound vexation
On form they hand me I've to write
My occupation.
So once in a derisive mood
My pen I nibbled;
And though I know I never should:
'Gangster' I scribbled.
But as the clerk with startled face
Looked stark suspicion,
I blurred it out and in its place
Put 'Politician.'
Then suddenly dissolved his frown;
His face fused to a grin,
As humorously he set down
The form I handed in.
His shrug was eloquent to view.
Quoth he: 'What's in a name?
In France, alas! the lousy two
Are just the same.'
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