Sunday musings

It is a cool and very wet Sunday in my current sub-tropical wonderland; just the sort of day for some really odd musing.

I’m no great fan of that Springfield family, but as a serial political activist I’m becoming aware of just how much they reflect the wider electorate out there.

So dredging through the Sunday papers (we shall leave the news label out of it) I came across an opportunity to render myself as a Springfield resident – simpsonizeme.com.

Okay, I doubt I would ever pass casting. The result wasn’t a bad rendering of me, but is hardly suitable for a family cartoon character.

I’m beginning to think the same goes for the real me and the electorate. Just lately I have been advocating for a few people battling various service providers. You know those telcos and power suppliers who don’t really give a rat’s arse for ordinary people.

Fighting the ‘terms of service’ is always problematic. Firstly because those I’m assisting have never bothered to check the TOS. On the other side these global documents often fall foul of local consumer law so are open to challenge.

Trouble is, the whole process seems to be too much for people to cope with. Often my efforts are cut short when the complainant gets the fits of the “Oh, it must be all my fault’.

Just like those enticed into easy credit for a home purchase or just to consolidate mounting debt. It probably is partly their own fault, but the providers also have responsibility to deliver appropriate services and not fleece customers.

The politics is much the same. The fat cats can get away with murder, and tell the ordinary folk – “It’s all your fault!” And they will believe it.