22 March (Part 4) - Getting into beds with Anna
Twitter
has a reputation among non-users of being entertainment for those
blessed with lower than average intellect. “I am eating my breakfast”, “I am on
the train”, “I am going to be late”; but used sensibly it is an incredibly powerful way of
distributing a message. Like a digital chain letter it can multiply at an
astonishing rate but in the wrong hands it can ruin reputations - or land you in jail.
Some politicians
appear to be addicted to Tweeting and are uncaring about the effect on their reputations.
I have personally found Erith & Thamesmead’s Conservative candidate’s triumphant Tweeting every
time she finds rubbish on the streets more than a little tiresome. Fine the
first time but the ‘joke’ soon wears a little thin. Yesterday it was all about a couple
of beds dumped in Belvedere with some taunting of Danny Hackett, councillor for
the adjacent ward of Lesnes Abbey.
I suspect Anna Firth is egged on by those with fewer brain cells and more addicted to Tweeting than she is.
Amandeep Bhogal, who I believed to be an intelligent man following a single brief
conversation with him, has been so enthused with rubbish Tweeting that he has
labelled the local UKIP committee racists even though their chosen candidate does
not look at all like a white supremacist to me.
Whilst
Anna Firth’s campaign against fly tippers has had a mixed reception locally, she is coming in for
some stick in Sevenoaks where she is seeking election as a councillor
on the same day as fighting for a Parliamentary seat in Thamesmead.
The Sevenoaks Chronicle reported the situation last week but they got very
little out of Mrs. Firth when she allegedly told them their questioning was unfair.
I’ve seen her say the same on Twitter. I wish the politicians
would grow up and raise the debate above beds and black sacks.
Ironically the only time I experienced racism was when a Sikh woman
called me “white vermin”.