I did add "worth voting for".
At least
some genuine belief and vision for improving the country would be nice to see in our politicians. The only concern of our current shower seems to be for self-serving preservation and advancement, spouting whatever cr*p they (or their advisors) think will get them a vote or a good by-line. Any notion of doing what's good for the country seems to come a very poor second best.
Depressing story.
It was the day of the devolution referendum in 1997. I had got on a plane at Gatwick in order to make it to the polling station by early evening. My mother had arranged a taxi to meet me at Abbotsinch and bring me home. Home, as in the Soviet Republic of Motherwell and Wishaw, fiefdom to this day of one J. McConnell. The point of this is that the taxi wasn't an airport one, it was from a Motherwell-based firm.
I was wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt (the one I have on right now in fact), black trousers and a black jacket. I may even have had an SNP badge on. I wasn't exactly being subtle about it. But I didn't start the conversation. The driver did. What about this referendum, then? He was in favour of a parliament, but he wouldnae gie they buggers ony tax-raising powers. He wouldnae hae them gettin their thievin hauns on ony of his money. Privately, I was a bit worried that might be a majority view (worry not justified as it turned out). I ventured to express the opinion that if one wanted to elect a government, one should trust them with some money. If one could not trust them with money, one would be better not electing them. (Of course everybody knew that the whole "tax-raising powers" part was just a Labour wrecking amendment, and that in fact no Scottish government would be likely to use them, but there was concern that the wrecking might be effective, by making people fear they would be hit in the pocket.)
This remark was followed by a rant from the driver about the venal nature of Westminster politicians, and how they were all only in it for the money and it was a complete gravy-train. Yadda yadda, we've all heard it. Except this wasn't just Joe Public on a rant. This guy was a Labour Party member. In fact he was an activist. In fact he was on the committee. His remarks were from the informed position of having observed the whole shebang at close quarters. And in fact he was on the committee and an activist precisely because he himself wanted very much to become a candidate for a safe seat and get on the gravy train himself.
I just sat there, with my jaw on the floor of the taxi.
At the time I was myself on the committee of my local SNP branch, and had attended party conferences and met MPs and prospective candidates and so on, and nothing of this nature had even got on my radar screen. In contrast, this knuckle-dragging Neanderthal was either so unobservant or so confident that he didn't mind telling all to a complete stranger, who not entirely coincidentally was decked up conspicuously in the colours of the rival party.
We live and learn.
[Not-so-depressing part happened about five hours later when the first couple of results were in, and all the journos deserted the carefully-staged announcement hall for the party. And I phoned the SNP coterie gathered in Brighton, and we screamed down the phone to each other for about half an hour.
Next day a LibDem guy encountered at the winding-up of the Vigil outside the (then presumed) parliament building said, genuinely puzzled, why are you guys so happy? I thought you didn't want this parliament? So does propaganda stick.]
Rolfe.