Flirting with bigotry

After this week's public disgrace of allegedly flirty MPs who seemingly let their hormones show, why would anyone consider taking up public office, why would anyone now want to serve the people, when confronted by such weird and massive headlines this week?

What can it be like to be a politician dedicated to the notion that your work, your long hours, are making a worthwhile contribution to life for everyone when a moment of over-enthusiasm becomes not just exaggerated but distorted in the media?

I've looked in the damning news reports for any recognition of the good and dedicated public work of the accused, of their years of listening to troubled voters, of standing up for the wronged, arguing in

debates, for their dedication to help you and me. I've not found a balancing word.

Talk about mountains out of molehills. I recall only one incident that supposedly involved a body pressed up against another body.

Joking on a cold night

Mostly it seems the sinning was of a slip of a double entendre, a little joke on a cold night, things that have been perfectly acceptable in a sophisticated society for many a long year.

If I may add this: just look at the accusers, the poor innocents whose lives have been so upset by the odd risqué expression. You won't need to look on page 3.

Why this appalling pillorying? The only answer I see is the political muddling over Brexit. Anything to shift the spotlight.

Perhaps the most lamentable, almost inexcusable part, is that those who appeared to lie their heads off over 'advantages' of Brexit, who set out to mislead the whole of UK, are not called to task, not in the slightest way.

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