The One Pill Fix

It is 2015 and six o’clock. The sun is still bright on this spring evening as I find myself assembling for a hustings debate at a Weymouth church hall. This is my third attempt at winning the parliamentary seat for South Dorset. The usual suspects are taking their seats behind a long table: Lib Dem, Labour, UKIP, Green, and me. Oh, and the man to beat, Conservative, Richard Drax, (Richard Grosvenor Plunkett-Ernle-Erle-Drax to be precise), a tall, slim, ex-military, charmer, and the incumbent M.P.. He has a cool manner that makes him almost believable, even if his family did make their millions in the slave trade, and still own their plantations in Barbados. That’s not his fault, and neither is being the largest private landowner in Dorset, the 14,000 acre Charborough House, with two miles of walls running alongside the A31, that lies in a different constituency to this one that he is contesting a parliamentary seat for. The vicar has provided us with our opening question: ‘why would Jesus vote for you?’ (Really?!) The room fills with around a hundred people who, it appears, have nothing better to do on a sunny evening. The candidates answer in turn, most reading in monotone voices likely to bore. Richard talks of how essential our nuclear deterrent is for our security. I’m unconvinced that Jesus would vote for someone wanting to blow a cool hundred billion on a weapon that, if used once, would make the northern hemisphere uninhabitable. Surprisingly the Christian audience don’t seem overly bothered about that detail. He finishes. I pick up my largely unneeded papers, move purposely to the lectern and begin. ‘I think that Jesus would take a look at my esteemed combatants here and say ‘forgive them father for they not what they do’. Much as the other candidates here are, I’m sure, very charming and decent people, they are in fact the smiling face of politics that stops you, the public, perceiving the controlling monster that lurks behind the scenes. You see, I think Jesus would have a discerning mind and the wherewithal to understand the motives of Chatham House – an institution dressed up as a ‘Think Tank’ which is really a select club of chief executive officers of banks and multinationals who make decisions based largely upon greed, and feed their agenda to the civil servant ‘permanent secretaries’, who in turn feed the government, who then feed it to us, the people. I think Jesus would have the insight to smell a rat when these unelected permanent secretaries – who are mostly white, male, fifties and Oxbridge educated, remain unchanged even when a whole government is replaced, as in an election, including even that of the Prime Minister. I think he would notice how whipping M.P.s prevents them from having free speech or the opportunity to decide, and he would quickly work out that elections are in fact an illusion of choice aimed at pacifying the masses. He would have looked at the world around him with its ever-widening rich poor divide, the wars and the rape of mother nature and then I think he would have wept and prayed with all his heart to God saying ‘Father please create something that enables the people of this wonderful planet to take control of their own destiny and put an end to the tyranny that is being wrongly sold to them as democracy for if something doesn’t happen soon all of your creation shall be in vain’. And God shall have smiled, as He always has the answer, and then He shall have created, through the ingenuity of man, the internet, which, while it has many faults, shall one day be revealed of its ultimate purpose: a way for all the peoples of the earth to join in fair and equal democracies through a simple online voting system, directly steering issues, not choosing strangers as representatives. And God shall have said to Jesus ‘you must now find disciples to help you spread this word.’ And so it was that Jesus came to me in a dream in the far away town of Swanage and said ‘Andy – lay down your clubs from the golf course and follow me for I am the way the truth and the light.’ ‘Verily you shall be my representative for South Dorset and you shall take your place in the evil citadel of Westminster, and once there you shall be the Trojan Horse that opens the doors and lets 40 million voting adults flood in – for I see that you alone of the candidates here do not want power for yourself, but only to share it equally amongst your fellow men.’ ‘To win your seat shall require a small miracle, however do not despair for I and my Son are on your side and we are pretty good at those, and one day you shall prevail. In the meantime, I notice that while you are not yet able to turn water into wine you do seem to have an aptitude for turning wine into water and that, I think, is a promising start.’ Prologue. This book is, in part, a personal journey. Discovering the world in peril leads to soul searching of how any of us can really help. It looks at how to make the difference that we hear so much about, but collectively feel so powerless to effect. It reveals that we are being purposely misled by those who hold the reins of power, who would do anything and everything to maintain our corrupt and farcical political system that only serves themselves. It exposes how the elite fool us into believing they are acting in our best interests, when they are not, while only playing lip service to silence the masses. This is not a depressing story, however, but one of discovery and opportunity leading to an understanding that the answer to mankind’s woes today, and for every generation to come, is in fact, an extremely simple ‘One Pill Fix.’