On Washing Machines & Politics

My faithful partner of 23 years passed away today.

When I realised there was no gig in him, my world stopped suddenly.

In shock, I took a seat on a small stool next to him and I went into reflection mode.

I sat for a few moments looking at my silent buddy - white and worn-looking, but still looking like he had gone before his time.

We did a lot of laundry and an equally a number of spins together all those years.

I wondered why I felt so sad at his last breathe ...eh wash.

Yes - it was my washing machine that croaked on me today.

He has been there faithfully, dependable for nearly a quarter of a century - never giving me a hitch.

He lasted longer than any  toaster, microwave, oven, fridge or car.

Heck, he lasted longer than my husband!

The world gives us all sorts of blessings;
and I had never thought of it before but my washing machine ... eh, washing buddy had been there thru the thick and thin - more like through the dirty and the clean.

As I sat there pondering my loss (including the cost of replacing him!),
I was oddly (or not) reminded of politics.

You see in the world of politics, governments and those mostly honourable (and sometimes dishonourable) members, it can all be like the workings of a washing machine.

As a starter, politics can change as quickly as you can change your clothes;

and sometimes what goes in can be quite smelly.

Of course, Government tries not to air its dirty laundry,
but eventually someone hangs it on the line for them.

Members go through their cycles too - sometimes they go in for a wash and come out another colour.

Sometimes, someone sets the reset button on those governments (or members) when they are not ready and they have to start on another cycle.

Some members go in for a rinse when they really need a full washing and a bottle of Javex to boot!.

Some are on the permanent cycle and stay too long;

While some members just are too delicate for the game.

Most governments always prefer the Spin (doctor) cycle.

Yup, I've come to the conclusion that politics is like a  washing machine
- you never know what you are going to turn out like
 'til you go through the whole damn cycle.

But pretty certain - unlike my washing machine, - nothing in the political world (especially in this province)  lasts for anything close to a quarter of a century.

If it did, it would be called a pretty darn good cycle;

And it would definitively involve a good clean government!