Mai'khi C'Nia
Now there was a man, who represented the people in the south-eastern constituency in a territory that was named after the virgin mother. This man went by the name Harry, he was the son of a Douglas, a career 'tician and a man of the people.
The same Harry announced to the people that he was calling it a day on representational politics, for he was 40 years in the hustings and his rickety bones art at the extent of their mettle. And such news was honey to the ears of many Jamdowners who had likened Harry and others of his ilk to old fogies, of which they lamented there were far too many of them within the comrade administration, and that they shouldst do the insightful thing and step aside, so that new blood can infuse renewable methods into governance and revamp the people's battle-torn and disenchanted aspirations, whilst the wind of change yet caressed the political landscape.
360º TURN
But Harry did a 360º on the people and declared unto them that it was his intention to represent them again after the nurse fly the gate in search of her own mandate, for his expected successor hath skedaddled for unconnected climes and there was none other available to skipper the comrade aggregation to maximum effect in those parts. But this decision did not sit well with some within Harry's constituency who were anxious to see the back of the scraggy comrade die-hard, and they took their grouse to the street, enhanced by video exposure on prime time news.
And Harry being of extensive experience and utterly schooled in the art of tooth-and-nail scrapping in Jamdown politics was absolutely unfazed and he was by no means camera-shy about it. Yea, he held his ground with gusto and insisted that but just a handful of comrade dissidents were orchestrating a revolt against him, and that they were aptly assisted by savvy Labourites who hath infiltrated the ranks of his constituency organisation.
And it came to pass that the comrade delegates in the same south-eastern constituency for which Harry hath spoken on its behalf in the house of Gordon for nigh two decades, went to the polls to make their choice, and Harry executed a most excellent smiting, vanquishing all comers and trampling all wannabes in a decisive fashion. Verily I say to thee, unless his Labourite challenger can overcome him on the day of the national vote, then many will simply have to resign themselves to beholding his mug 'til such time that he decide to make his own exit. For like a tree that is rooted by the rivers of waters, Harry shall ne'er be moved. Selah.
