Yellow Surge

So if you hadn't noticed, there's going to be a General Election in May. The last occurred when I was about 10 and I didn't really give a shit about who won, just that someone would be chosen from everyone in Britain voting for them; that someone would win. Ironically, no-one won. The Lib Dem surge had split the Tory/Labour vote and we had a hung parliament. But that's enough of the history lesson, and as we approach the same point, just five years down the line, it appears that we will be headed for the same scenario with different variables.

According to experts, everyone is surging (apart from the Lib Dems because fuck the Lib Dems). The SNP are set to pick up the entirety of Scotland (which seems bizzare as almost all of the constituencies in Scotland voted against independence.) The Greens are apparently at a higher percentage than the Liberals and good old UKIP are set to split the Tory vote 60/40 as they're at 20% in the polls. All of this has summed up the cluster fuck British politics (and party politics) has found itself in. The electorate will be so split it'll start to look like a banana. There will be no majority party this year, and probably never again. Coalitions will set in as the norm, as adversary within them starts to take over. Parties will start to produce cross mandates, the Greens and Labour would Co-align as the Lib Dems peer in on the UKIP-Conservative brotherhood. The SNP will continue garnering support for independence, yet nothing will get done.

Parliament will be split decisively for one party - the Lib Dems. Somehow out of all this, Nick Clegg holds the best hand. Arguably the most unpopular man in the world (behind Jimmy Saville and Saddam Hussein) is the most powerful. His party and his vote will swing parliament one way or another. So that's how it is. In two months, the least powerful will be the most.

March

March is a strange old month, probably best explained by Edward Thomas' poem of the same name. Despite, forcing the various ideas about March apply to himself, he presents an obvious, yet easily forgotten point about the seasons and about the human condition. 

You can never quite tell when spring has started, until it's April. March is the awkward phase in between winter and spring, warmth and old.Often times I have questioned myself as to what it means and why we, as humans, fail to differentiate things well. It's like the abortion argument, at what point does it become murder? If a fetus is aborted after 26 weeks it is murder, but aborted after 25 weeks and 6 days it is not? In situations as these there are no such things as a fine line. Everyone has different spectrum of vision, everyone has different processings of the outside world and the way we percieve time is crucial to this, and the arguement we make to ourselves of 'almost' is what limits us, as humans, the most.

Maybe other things don't have this issue, they can tell spring from winter during March. But we all know when it is summer.