So, we have to vote in the local elections.
I’ve decided to be a good citizen and try to find out something about the candidates who are contesting; but really I don’t want to be fined for not voting, and I don’t like to vote like the Irish Donkey that I am.
I know nothing about these people, except for the blurbs they’ve provided the electoral office, the posters some of them have grandly placed around town and the occasional letterdrops some of them can afford.
What have I learnt?
They all want to be number one.
There seems to be quite a bit of animosity between several of them, but then, that’s politics.
Some of them can’t write well. At least one likes to go to lunch, whilst one of his mates seems to be an ascetic. Some of the blokes seemed to be in a bit of a bromance.
The older chaps seem to want to stick together, and all the younger candidates have stuck the older ones in the middle of their nominations.
There are three women.
They don’t seem to like one another.
One of them seems to be on chummy terms with the bromance brothers, but is not particularly liked by anyone else.
Hmmm — eeny, meany, miney, moe.
Anton O’Faolin, Inalya Court, Warrnambool