A dream, i had

A dream I had last, yes Martin I did, a dream I had
In my dream I saw that we had entered the floor -crossing season when all the hacks from one party sneak off to join the government or create their own parties with themselves in charge at double the pay.
I had a dream that a whole load of people left their party and “came out of the closet” if I may again appropriate a cliché from another context.

In my dream all those members of the ruling party who are simultaneously a member of the South African Communist Party crossed the floor and launched their own parliamentary Communist Party behind Mrs Madlala–Routledge, the recently deposed deputy minister of health, who set herself up, [if such a thing is possible in the Communist Party] as the Parliamentary head of the party; with the objective of taking power at the next election, on a crest of indignation in the nation, about the rate of apparent looting: that is alleged to be happening in the country and in which the masses are prevented from participating.

The result was electric. Within weeks the weight of opprobrium had moved to a rancorous state of agitation as the right of the right moved right and the left of the left moved left and we, the citizens in the middle had been craftily and completely disenfranchised again in a way we had never anticipated… and it still two years to the next election where all the parties will have to strut their stuff…

It was such a dream as I had that I started to float…You know that kind of dream where you find yourself flying over country and through city and just hurtling along at a cracking pace and then gradually the freedom of flying is embraced in that sense of helpless ness as the position is fixed and the monsters of the deep are racing toward you and you cant avoid them… I am flying towards a disaster that I cannot avoid…

I have realised, somewhere in my subconscious REMish place, that Willie and Blade can’t agree between them on a rational explanation for what happened to a boot full of loot that was apparently given to Willie by an admirer of the Party and then disappeared after allegedly being given to Blade.

I realise that my dream is really a nightmare… If Blade and Willie cannot agree between themselves on how they will divvy up a mere half-a-mill what are their chances of getting out of their comfy seats to support their members in a walk across the floor… foolish dream … happy nightmare… that way lies madness wrapped up in integrity.

Far better: to stay with the big boys; and suck the hind tit, than head off into the wilderness: with only acrimony for a companion.

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