ego and politics

september 15 2007

Being the victim of political decisions I'm not often happy, but as an observer I'm often amuzed.

Usually I feel sorry for people who suffer a downfall of some sort, but when it involves people who have freely choosen to enter the arena of politics my feelings are often different.
Especially when it concerns people who thrive on public attention and see nothing wrong in searching the media even if they have nothing new to say.

Living in a country that has suffered the occupation of WW2, I don't like people who work the public with statements that seem logical and acceptical, but have a hidden push into the corner of racism and other sorts of hatred.

It's my opinion that people who are part of the government have to serve the country, and shouldn't hunt for votes or popularity.

We have someone in the arena again who has worked her way through all the tricks of politics.
They like her, because she was firm in throwing asylumseekers and fugitivies out of the country.

Ofcourse she told them she was only living up to the law, she was telling them it was to have more work for the people here, that our country was too little, that other countries did the same.
Ofcourse people thought she was right.

And so they fed her feeling of standing above every human characteristic.
She waved, smiled, and became more and more egoistic in her statements.

Her ego grew so much that she stood up against the foundations of her own political party, until she was thrown out this week.

Now she's sulking.

She needs more time, she says, to think about leaving the government alltogether, giving her seat to the next person on the list of choosen people, or to start her own party.

People in favor of her help her.
Suddenly large research is done in polls and other means of research and the outcome is that a party of her own would be larger than the party she came from.

Oh my dear... that's food for the ego... a lot of food.

But she forgets that people in the government have to do what they are choosen for.
We choose for the outer limits of the governmental decisions, and we don't want people to colour the outlines out of the paper.

So I'm waiting with fear in my heart for her decision of starting her own party, this introducing her own harsh inhuman views in a setting that was not open to them before.

I love democracy, but at moments like these democracy acts against the will of the people, or should I say against the wellbeing of the people.

She looks like an average old fashioned young grandma, and I think it appeals on the memories of people of warmth and hot stew on the oven.

I can only hope that those who vote for her will never end in another country seeking asylum and be treated the way she has treated thousands of people.
I can only hope she'll never make it as far as the befriended and uncontroled polls want her to come.
I'm not ready for a dictatorship, I'm not ready for an even more inhumane society.

I was born in a country that stood for openness, democracy, humane treatment of those who were different. We welcomed people... we welcomed them...

How I wish that my parents had made a contract with the government to have everything stay the way it was...