A Tin Ear and The Clown Prince

What does it take to make a mess of one of the biggest mandates the world can give? Want a clue? Take a gander at the title of this post. My family have been ardent supporters of the Grand Old Party for three generations now and I have held on to the allegiance. But no longer. I have had enough and will not take it any longer. "Come on mother if that boy wants to go and play with other boys and girls in fields foreign, let him. Togging him out in whites to go out in the heat and dust and play games with men will only have him soiling his pyjamas and further besmirching a family reputation built over five generations. India has, over the centuries had enough of crown princes and clown princes. It can do without yet one more. Lady do you really need all this trouble? What? You say are doing what is good for the country? Which country? Okay that was below the belt. But really if you want to do some good, get rid of that tin ear and get yourself a pair that can really listen. To the quiet anguish of good men turned into puppets. To the groaning and guffawing of the people at the antics of your army of sycophants which is sadly what is mostly left of the Grand Old Party. We know your heart is in the right place. You want to give to the people. Information. Dole. Food. Education. But really the people do not need that from you. They can get all that and more for themselves. All they need from you or anyone of your ilk is to force the clowns and the thieves to keep their dirty hands off the till and do a decent day of work everyday. Earn their keep so to speak. The one saving grace is that you don't run a police state. Or do you? Why then have I taken care not mention any names in this post and just allude, allude. allude? Why?"