The post-Labour political environment. Part 1

I’m a Gen Xer frustrated at the level of disconnect between the executive (Parliament) and¬† the ordinary Joe like me.
I have voted Labour at most elections, thinking at times I’d always vote Labour. I voted Green last time strategically to help prevent the march of heartless Tories into power. National swept into power on the back of a slogan. “Vote for change”.
WTF? It’s a slogan. Since then my respect for National has grown and so has my disdain for Labour.
¬†Labour has become a cult. It’s dogmatic and ideological.
Cultish thinking is characterized by an inner clique surrounding a charismatic leader. Generally you find rigid adherence to unspoken rules. I call it “Rigidityville”. Those who step outside these bounds are frowned upon and bullied.
Original members call to themselves similar types who instinctively speak the same dialect. These types thrive. The “weaker types” with beliefs that are watered down with some ability to relate to others with opposite views are culled.¬†
Cults only ever appeal to a limited audience. By their (exclusive) nature they are self-limiting.
The cultish nature of Labour was all very well when a savvy charismatic leader held the reins of power tighter than a virgin sphincter. Now Beloved Leader has departed, the ideology remains, but the political compass is corrupt.
Labour is now a tomb of resentment awaiting a flybuy by the delorean. There is only one way to be a Labourite and that involves a fair whack of Whaleoil’s Nasty, and familiarity with the bullying social mores of your local school PTA¬† (Parent Teacher Association). The females are strident. The men are impotent.
You’d have to put your lot in with Judith Collins any day rather than procreate with that bunch of numpties.
I recently (briefly) put my name forward to stand for Parliament but I withdrew just prior to the candidate nomination date. I withdrew due to a combination of reasons. These were mostly personal with some frustration  with the political process in the mix. Some observations that contributed to my decision to withdraw:
If you’re into politics in New Zealand, (particularly if you stand for Parliament for a party other than Leaky Labour) your morals are more questionable than a bunga bunga party. I was going to be standing for UnitedFuture. Not a lot of support there from some of my predominantly left wing circle of friends.
¬†You’d think I’d suddenly announced I was going to be marketing verucas: “Monique!! I wish you’d chosen any other political party”. Some who I thought were meeting me for to assist me with campaign strategy got stuck into me for reforms to the child support and welfare systems. I left that initial meet feeling singlehandly responsible for the plight of the poor and misbegotten.
Sneaky socialists.
Others were supportive recognising that I was merely exercising every citizens democratic right – to stand for parliament, be judged by my fellows and assist with the passing of the nations legislature.
Those that really left me gobsmacked were the knitting circle mavens that plain told me not to do it because I had young children. Five in total, three under five including six month old twins. It would seem that young children indicates a career/uterine priority inversion regardless of the opinions and judgement of the mother. I don’t mean to whinge – I enjoyed every stoush, but it became apparent to me that most people are suspicious of politics, reluctant to engage with the system and suspicious of those that do.

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