I am not your typical 
political animal. I am an ordinary man who dreams small dreams. Yesterday we witnessed the death of the career politician, and last night we attended his funeral. It was rather a raucous affair with swing-o-meters and dazzling computer graphics. No dignity was left under the glare of the world’s spotlight. But his time had come and he must now make way for a new breed of leader who puts the will of the people first.
Someone who instead of charging fourth with their own agenda, tossing the rights of the ordinary person aside, can reflect the view of the citizens of this country. Someone who lives in the real world. Not an individual that is cosseted and buffered from the world by wealth and privilege. This mythical beast must come from the world of men. Must know the price of a loaf of bread or a pint of milk. Must share in the everyday turmoil and tribulations that rule the lives of his countrymen, (or women). He must have held down an ordinary job, towed the nine to five, collected his pay at the end of the month and tried his best to make it last until the next one came around.
We need a leader that is not afraid to get his hands dirty. We need the man in the street to lead us forward.
The people have spoken, at last their voice has been heard. We hope it will be the first time of many, that the majority will be asked for their opinion on an important matter that will affect their lives. REAL lives need REAL democracy. We don’t need dictates, we need to be consulted.
WE HAVE FOUND OUR VOICE, NOW HEAR IT!
A Life On The Shelf 