Political Theatre: Britain at Play

One week ago, Britain’s Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, left his office at 10 Downing Street and drove down the road to Buckingham Palace to ask the Queen to dissolve the House of Commons, the lower house of Parliament.

Even though this event had been long anticipated, its announcement triggered wild excitement among the press which reacted as if it had just been handed a new toy to play with.  All were now looking forward to four weeks of theatre that will culminate in a general election that everyone hopes will usher in a new government to guide the country over the uncertain terrain of the next few years. 

The excitement has been such that, sooner or later, someone was bound to get him or herself into a whole heap of trouble, as each candidate strives to outshine his/her opponent in making the extreme promises and extravagant gestures that they hope will work the magic with an apathetic electorate. 

And since this has been declared the first British general election in which campaigning finally entered the internet age, there is ample opportunity for candidates and cash-strapped parties to level an otherwise uneven playing field. But this age of opportunity also has its downside, and watchers have been sharpening their knives for the unwary who, out of an excess of fervor or a want of commonsense, inevitably trip themselves up. 

The first notable casualty is a candidate in a Scottish constituency who was foolish enough to twit that the elderly are “coffin dodgers.” Moreover, in another set of 140 characters he went on to say that when it came to bananas, he preferred the slave-grown and chemically enhanced variety rather than the fair-trade, organically-grown kind that, in his view, tasted like shit. With such strong opinions, never mind what he twitted about his own party colleagues and those in the opposition, it was not surprising, least of all to himself, that he was quickly disowned by the party to which he belonged  and told to seek his political fortunes elsewhere. 

So far, there has been little to differentiate the main parties from each other apart from the usual bluster and name-calling. However, one item that has generated quite a bit of frosh is the governing Labour party’s avowed intent to increase national insurance tax for workers in employment. The proposal has been roundly condemned by the other main parties, led by the Conservatives, which look upon it as a tax on jobs, a view that legions of business bigwigs have been quick to endorse. 

The major parties have now weighed in with their manifestos, slim volumes all, but containing material that the pundits have been quick to dissect and mock. But so far, there has been no hint of political murder or cries of potential electoral fraud. This is a great wonder, as those of us brought up on democratic processes in Africa look on with bated breath for the first signs of serious mayhem. Perhaps, the first ever TV debate between the three leading party contenders, which is to be held tomorrow night will see the first drops of blood being spilled. Metaphorically speaking, of course

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