The UK is currently gripped in an election declaration bonanza and as I write records are being set, emotions are running high and feelings range from “grim” to “astonishing”. The SNP (Scottish National Party) are sweeping through Scotland, snatching seats from all over the country, mostly from Labor, much to the joy of many firm SNP supporters. After a referendum loss, this game has been very well played. Whoever planned this should be congratulated as the SNP have made it very clear they aren’t going away anytime soon and the thought seems to be ‘If we lose the referendum, no matter; we’ll take Westminster instead!’ Their plan seems to be working and if it goes the way exit polls are saying, all bar one seat in Scotland (58 seats) will be SNP and “lions will be roaring.”
Although I live in Canada I made sure I posted my vote to ensure one person in particular had another number in their count towards victory. I don’t know if they have won although I did see a tweet in which he stated he had most likely lost his seat. To anyone else that comment might not affect them too much but for me it was a little sad because that man is my Dad. For the past 14 years my father has been an MP and he has loved his job. He has helped many people and worked hard for his constituency trying to make sure voices are heard and now, for all he has done, his thanks will be to lose his job. It’s not easy being an MP; the hours are long, you are harassed, verbally abused and a target for young punks wanting to cause mischief. You are also regarded as though you are better than anyone else which, biased as my opinion will be, does not apply to my Dad. On paper he is the best candidate for the job mainly because he knows the constituency and he has years of knowledge to use to his advantage but unfortunately that doesn’t count much when it comes to politics. However he is not the only one who stands to lose his job; as I sit and watch BBC Scotland various politicians are losing their jobs left, right and centre with others stepping up amongst riotous applause. The most staggering result has seen a 20 year old university student win an SNP seat.
Yes, this is a remarkable night however I watch this and think this isn’t really politics, it’s revenge but maybe that’s what politics is all about. If my Dad loses his job, so be it – I don’t know what he is going to do with himself but he always lands on his feet so I’m not too worried, but I do feel sad that all his hard work and dedication will be thrown aside. He then has five days to clear his desk and leave without so much as a thank you. And he’s not the only only one to suffer; his secretary will also be unemployed, just like that.
The UK is poised to have another 4 years of hung parliament and who knows what, if anything, will happen. Perhaps the Conservatives will manage to gain a majority this time but it’s currently looking like they will miss that by a few seats, and judging by the zingers being flung at each party leader by each leader, no-one wants to work alongside anybody! Unless a majority can be had, there’s messy times ahead but through all this all I can think about is my Dad and I’m hoping he can pull off a win thanks to the sensible, responsible folks within his constituency and continue to serve them for another four years.
Good Luck Dad. No matter what happens I am so proud of all you have done and if things don’t work out, you and Mum pack a bag or two and come escape to Toronto to spent time with us! We’ll potter about in the garden and you can read stories to your two grandkids who love you very much, as do I.
*An update – I was about to post this when my Dad’s results came in: unfortunately he lost his seat. An end to 14 years of politics.