As a political blogger, politics is a wide subject which should create opportunities to write on a variety of topics; the material is endless, with breaking stories providing a new blog post every hour.
But what happens when you find yourself repeating the same complaints and authoring the exact critique over and over again?
There comes a point where you lose the ability to write; not a writers block, or a mental fatigue that clouds intuition and creativity. No, a creeping apathy that poisons your fingers, mind and senses. The nature of our politics has beaten me into submission. I generally cannot write anymore; it is not a struggle, but a refusal to acknowledge British politics.
I’m tired. I’m tired fighting the same fight. Political parties have become mass cults with blind loyalty to dogma and leadership. It is horrifying to witness the individualism stripped from the heart of politics and replaced with mindless drones, repeating words from a predetermined answer. You and I are irrelevant to the decision making; the centralisation of power to the Bank of England and the European Union almost makes democracy redundant. Neither are accountable to us, yet have arguably the most significant authority in the United Kingdom.
Will change ever arrive? I highly doubt it; my cynical attitude concludes the battle is already lost and going on will prove pointless in the long term. But, for now, the pen will be laid to rest after this chapter and the candle shall be blown out.