A Big Blunder lies in wait for politicians every time they do or say something.
As long as it is nothing too serious, the electorate can smile happily.
Rumours and gossip cause us to wonder about the threat of a great big blunder, appearing to threaten you and me and it is as strange as strange can be. A Blunder is so tall and hairy, more than that, he is rather scary often heralding some disaster, in which line he is the Master. A great Big Blunder is the friend of politicians to the end. In public life, Big Blunders seem empowered to achieve their dream and mark the candidate for fun. So after all is said and done pomposity will be defused leaving the voters most amused. So watch for Blunders every day and praise their antics while you may, for they won't be here for long I suspect because they're Politically Incorrect!
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