Who needs satire...

...with this lot around?

You may remember the politician who got the jail, along with his wife, for pretending she had been driving when it was in fact him that should have got the points on his licence and been disqualified. Turned out the wife (now the ex-wife) dobbed him in because he left her for his assistant. She then set up a relationship with a woman. Now it appears the real reason she was mad at him was that he'd been having affairs with men. They have children and step-children, these people, and very important and well-paid jobs, but none of that seems to put a curb on their self-indulgence. What do you call people who have affairs outside their marriage? I call them adulterers, but that kind of judgemental language is so yesterday, isn't it?

Now we have a politician who harassed his female colleagues, using his senior position in the party to get away with it for years. He obviously doesn't see he's done anything wrong so he refuses to apologise and, worse than that, twitter and the media are full of otherwise sensible people defending him, telling us it was just a bit of banter and lamenting that wimmin have no sense of humour about these things. They've obviously never had some creep standing just that wee bit too close, staring down their cleavage, rubbing himself up against them, making off-colour jokes, etc.

These people are killing satire stone dead, folks. I defy the Marcus Brigstockes, Armando Ianuccis and John Stewarts of this world to come up with a scenario that sends up modern life more than these folk do themselves. Heaven help the younger generation who are growing up with these people as role-models.