I’m an MP get me.

Nadine Dorries is in the jungle, and the Great British Public are up in arms that tax payers money is being wasted on a woman who’s taken her nose off the Westminster grindstone for a fortnight. Remember ‘thinking’ people? It’s what we used to do before we started just assimilating received ideas. Should we be indignant that a functionary in the ‘they’ class is taking time out to expose themselves as a human being and undermining the insularity our democracy is based on? God forbid we should be exposed to David Cameron retching over a dirty sink or shaking at the sight of an unpayable gas bill. But Nadine has plunged and the GBP has bush-tuckered her like the alien we think she is. Interestingly we seem to vote to make the weakest stronger. We let off the one’s we think will cope admirably and put our hopes behind the squealers for their little successes. Yes it’s vindictive but with an underlying purpose to it. It’s not just looking for the survival of the fittest, we’ll root for the plucky terrier just a much as the muscular poodle. No seriously, poodles can be really solid dogs without the silly haircuts. But anyway MP Nadine has been an exception. So it seems the GBP will do anything to maintain the other-ness of our parliamentarians. We don’t want to play an active part in the directing of our future, we’d rather leave it to ‘them’ and when one of ‘them’ has the temerity to say I’m just an ordinary person with hang-ups, delusions and frailties like everyone else we accuse her of publicity seeking, responsibility shirking and generally not being the alien we would like them to be. Sure she’s not perfect but she’ll be a better MP for doing it than sitting on her arse for two weeks in the Commons. She might be making us and David uncomfortable but she just might help to break down the divisions we find it so comfortable to maintain.