How do we choose our political leaders?
Variously attributed to Jay Leno or Ronald Reagan, among others, is the saying that “Politics is show business for ugly people.”
There are two kinds of ugly.
I’m not referring to physical ugliness here, but to the actions of some of those we trusted to represent us and to not line their own pockets.
We have had some who took it way past ugly, in that regard.
There’s no need to fear for a lack of new candidates who will promise us the moon and fail to deliver even a small meteorite.
I’m still waiting for the politician who will tell us that there is a world-wide shortage of large irregular shaped rocks, and he can make us rich.
It’s surprising that no one, to my knowledge, has tried that one yet.
Unfortunately, we as human beings seem to gravitate to the physically attractive. Combine looks with some charisma, a good tailor and hairdresser, a constant smile and the candidate has your attention … and as any salesman knows, the first step to a sale is to get the customer’s attention.
They may be total incompetents but if we like them we’ll vote for them.
There’s a federal election coming before too long. Will the majority vote for the charismatic young man with the movie star good looks, or the incumbent older grey-haired guy who always looks awkward, or the guy with the beard? I’m betting it will be Trudeau the Lesser.
I hope he is smart enough to surround himself with the brightest and most dedicated.
There’s a provincial election coming soon, as well.
Will the top job go to the woman who had the caucus revolt, or the woman who already holds the position, or the newest of the three likely choices, Dwight Ball? I don’t think he will sweep, but I think he can win. Here are the reasons I believe that.
He looks the part. He looks good in a suit. Every hair is in place. Has a great smile.
He sounds sincere. Has a strong jaw line — actually, a Flintstone chin. He looks like you could hit him there with a baseball bat, and he’d just laugh and come back at you. Here’s the clincher, though — he is also smart. Smart enough to take a little advice, I believe.
So here it is: Dwight, don’t look so darn perfect all the time. I’d like to see you just once in an old pair of ripped jeans and a plaid work shirt, with about three days growth of beard, your hair all messed up, out there splitting firewood or hauling up a boat. You don’t have to box anyone in the ring, though I’d probably bet on you. Dress up when it’s required.
You have proven that you will fit in fine at any state event or Townie time. But when you are out around the bay, try to look more like one of we. Some of us can relate better to a “Barney” Ball.
Laurie “Grandpa” Blackwood-Pike