GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN MORE GUILTY

Now look here everybody, you have to stop all this nonsense about feeling sorry for silly politicians who get caught with their kippers under the grill. You can’t click on any news server of facebook chat right now without having to listen to this stuff and it simply won’t do.

Boo hoo…Poor little Darren Hughes fell foul of the very same system that put him where he was and that’s just the way it goes. Never mind all this bleating about being ‘Innocent until proven guilty’. Hughes can trot that line out all he likes but that concept applies to private citizens who are facing criminal charges, not members of parliament caught out in egregious displays of public weirdness.

First of all, try this question on for size; Which of you can honestly put their hand up and say they could have identified Darren Hughes from a lineup of ten pictures of other list MPs this time last week eh? Even I needed to check which one he was when the news broke and I follow this stuff quite closely.

Secondly, would any of you feel as sorry for the little wretch if his wrongdoing had involved drunk driving or a drug fueled assault charge? I doubt it.

The point is that it DOESN’T MATTER what he did. The fact that he is under investigation by the rozzers means his career is over. And this is right and proper. Members of parliament earn grotesque salaries that increase hugely every year while your miserable pittance stays where it is. They sit in privileged luxury atop a festering mountain of mean spirited rules, regulations, taxes and levies all of which keep the rest of us ground into the dirt. Try defaulting on your taxes or ignoring a traffic fine and see how much sympathy the system has for YOU.

MPs may enter politics with a head full of bright and shiny ideals. But then they find that none of that matters and their souls take on the grimy layer required to succeed in the Beehive. As they rise to ministerial level they acquire the power to destroy livelihoods, reputations and careers with the stroke of a pen. They become, quite simply, SWINE. Left, right or centre, it’s all the same.

The only up side to all this is that they walk a tightrope with no safety net. One slip and its all over. They fall a long way and burst open like bags of dirty water, splashing bits all over the place. To take joy in this spectacle is good and healthy. Save your sympathy for those who actually deserve it, and like me, learn to love the smell of a burning political career in the morning.