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A Few Thoughts On Politics

21/05/2012

With a major referendum on the European stability referendum I feel I should write a little about my political allegiances. I find it unusual to think that many men would much prefer to read about girls. I will, now, write a short article on the beginning and end of a strong relationship in my life, that of me and the left side of politics. I’m not saying, though, that I won’t steal the idea of talking about girls. Eighteen year old guys are always talking about girls, regardless of how serious other subjects are.

Like being besotted by a beautiful girl, my relationship with socialist ideals began without any real knowledge of them. In the same way as you see this beautiful girl from afar and believe that she will be the love of your life I savoured this political ideal. For a fifteen year old, it would probably be more normal to be caught staring at some pretty blond girl rather than at a complicated political system, but what can I say? I was a boring child. I first encountered the world of politics in much the same way as I encounter girls- at an interschool competition. But while the rest of the guys my age were making fart jokes with their friends and stuttering in front of girls I was standing in a corner learning the merits of helping everyone in society.

It may strike you thus far that I wasn’t much into being stuttering and lacking knowledge. This, unfortunately, was not a choice. Though I didn’t completely fail while talking to girls I did completely fail while I was trying to grasp these concepts. However, with the unbridled joy of a first date, I threw structured arguments for and against the merits of a deep relationship aside and dived, headstrong, into the arms of the left.

However, my passion for this relationship blossomed at a stage when I didn’t quite understand all of their ideals. I am not even talking about some of their social ideas analogous to my paramour’s buddies, because they were awesome. I am more talking about the girl’s parents, the economic ideas. I am, as anyone who goes to a private school would be, a supporter of the idea of a fraternity between the state and the private systems. And some of the other things like the idea that perhaps rich people should in some way be punished for being rich, despite the largely disproportionate amount of tax contributed by them. Because let’s face it, the left wing, my meaningful relationship, was still beautiful and she had a great personality, accepting of everyone trying to help everyone. So even though I had my reservations, I figured these were more due to the inexperience of age than of the flaws of the system.

Then slowly, as time rolled by, big cracks began to appear in our relationship. It wasn’t even that there was any big scene in which I decided that I just couldn’t believe in that system of politics anymore it was just that we had some slight differences and over the years as I had grown more intimate with the left wing, I began to find these differences were just a tad too glaring. We began to drift apart, and I, finding my interest stimulated, began to look at other parties. I was, you could say, a disillusioned boyfriend looking at other girls. After a long while believing in the left wing system I began to drift more to the right, becoming a supporter of the centre right party Fine Gael as the General Election came around in February of this year. Thus, my first love and I called it a day.

I think the thing that broke us up was that all those social issues, her friends, had now become common ground, gay rights, total equality, things like that that were very left wing twenty or thirty years ago were now central to every partys’ beliefs. It was like her friends had become everyone’s friends. But, thankfully for me, her parents could only be her parents. All those economic ideals that I wasn’t so sure about weren’t carried over in that social movement. And so I found myself believing much more in the right wing, this new girl. She wasn’t a beautiful as the old girl, who had the glamour of wanting everyone to be equal, but she had a better personality, more down to earth. And so it was that after a couple of years of believing in the left wing politics I found myself wondering whether, since I was now seventeen I should be thinking of joining the centre right in the form of Young Fine Gael.

The next presidential election approaches. Even still, after abandoning  the left wing ideals, I find myself looking back at the beauty of my first love, that seductive hope that the idea of everyone having equal footing brings.  And so I sometimes catch myself looking back with longing at the political set of ideals that I had fallen out with, as a guy may with a girl he had dated for a long time. However even though I catch myself looking at the beauty of the idea I still remember how flawed her personality was. And that, for now at least, stops me from going back to supporting Labour.

I am older and wiser now, ready to cast my first vote. And yet, I find myself in an idealistic quandary, do I vote for the girl who is glamorously beautiful? Or do I vote for the less beautiful but more realistic girl, the one who has sat down and worked out the extent of her limits. And after writing this article, and looking back over the ideals of both parties. It is a difficult choice, one which, in all possibility, I may not know until I step into that polling booth.

~Sean

*Note these views do not reflect those of DFTBA News, who do not endorse either side of the political divide.

With a major referendum on the European stability referendum I feel I should write a little about my political allegiances. I find it unusual to think that many men would much prefer to read about girls. I will, now, write a short article on the beginning and end of a strong relationship in my life, that of me and the left side of politics. I’m not saying, though, that I won’t steal the idea of talking about girls. Eighteen year old guys are always talking about girls, regardless of how serious other subjects are.

Like being besotted by a beautiful girl, my relationship with socialist ideals began without any real knowledge of them. In the same way as you see this beautiful girl from afar and believe that she will be the love of your life I savoured this political ideal. For a fifteen year old, it would probably be more normal to be caught staring at some pretty blond girl rather than at a complicated political system, but what can I say? I was a boring child. I first encountered the world of politics in much the same way as I encounter girls- at an interschool competition. But while the rest of the guys my age were making fart jokes with their friends and stuttering in front of girls I was standing in a corner learning the merits of helping everyone in society.

It may strike you thus far that I wasn’t much into being stuttering and lacking knowledge. This, unfortunately, was not a choice. Though I didn’t completely fail while talking to girls I did completely fail while I was trying to grasp these concepts. However, with the unbridled joy of a first date, I threw structured arguments for and against the merits of a deep relationship aside and dived, headstrong, into the arms of the left.

However, my passion for this relationship blossomed at a stage when I didn’t quite understand all of their ideals. I am not even talking about some of their social ideas analogous to my paramour’s buddies, because they were awesome. I am more talking about the girl’s parents, the economic ideas. I am, as anyone who goes to a private school would be, a supporter of the idea of a fraternity between the state and the private systems. And some of the other things like the idea that perhaps rich people should in some way be punished for being rich, despite the largely disproportionate amount of tax contributed by them. Because let’s face it, the left wing, my meaningful relationship, was still beautiful and she had a great personality, accepting of everyone trying to help everyone. So even though I had my reservations, I figured these were more due to the inexperience of age than of the flaws of the system.

Then slowly, as time rolled by, big cracks began to appear in our relationship. It wasn’t even that there was any big scene in which I decided that I just couldn’t believe in that system of politics anymore it was just that we had some slight differences and over the years as I had grown more intimate with the left wing, I began to find these differences were just a tad too glaring. We began to drift apart, and I, finding my interest stimulated, began to look at other parties. I was, you could say, a disillusioned boyfriend looking at other girls. After a long while believing in the left wing system I began to drift more to the right, becoming a supporter of the centre right party Fine Gael as the General Election came around in February of this year. Thus, my first love and I called it a day.

I think the thing that broke us up was that all those social issues, her friends, had now become common ground, gay rights, total equality, things like that that were very left wing twenty or thirty years ago were now central to every partys’ beliefs. It was like her friends had become everyone’s friends. But, thankfully for me, her parents could only be her parents. All those economic ideals that I wasn’t so sure about weren’t carried over in that social movement. And so I found myself believing much more in the right wing, this new girl. She wasn’t a beautiful as the old girl, who had the glamour of wanting everyone to be equal, but she had a better personality, more down to earth. And so it was that after a couple of years of believing in the left wing politics I found myself wondering whether, since I was now seventeen I should be thinking of joining the centre right in the form of Young Fine Gael.

The next presidential election approaches. Even still, after abandoning  the left wing ideals, I find myself looking back at the beauty of my first love, that seductive hope that the idea of everyone having equal footing brings.  And so I sometimes catch myself looking back with longing at the political set of ideals that I had fallen out with, as a guy may with a girl he had dated for a long time. However even though I catch myself looking at the beauty of the idea I still remember how flawed her personality was. And that, for now at least, stops me from going back to supporting Labour.

I am older and wiser now, ready to cast my first vote. And yet, I find myself in an idealistic quandary, do I vote for the girl who is glamorously beautiful? Or do I vote for the less beautiful but more realistic girl, the one who has sat down and worked out the extent of her limits. And after writing this article, and looking back over the ideals of both parties. It is a difficult choice, one which, in all possibility, I may not know until I step into that polling booth.

~Sean

*Note these views do not reflect those of DFTBA News, who do not endorse either side of the political divide.

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