POLITICAL COLOR

POLITICAL COLOR
Nov.16, 1994

It was an impressive big mansion with high thick walls and concealed garage. Four luxury cars were there. From the outside, onlookers could feel that the owner was protecting a lot of treasures or possibly so insecure to need strong protection.

There were several big-bodied men presumably security guards as they kept on looking at me and my companion with suspicious eyes. There was a big generator too, showing the amount of electrical power needed to supply the house during power interruptions.

I am talking about the house of a Congressman. I went there yesterday with insurance agent Annie Albano of Sunlife of Canada to examine the Congressman. But he just left when we arrived, we were told by the chief security guard. Even if he was still there, there was no way of knowing f or we were not invited inside.

Today we came back and were made to wait at the driveway for half an hour at the pleasure of the morning wind. The interior of the house was elegantly decorated although their swinging door was not only swinging but also squeaking like ours. We were offered coffee, probably a routine in a politician’s house.

The Congressman came down fully dressed for the session at the Congress. I told him it would only take around ten minutes. I hurriedly examined him and he was surprisingly very cooperative. After my examination he attended to another caller at another portion of the wide sala.

I wonder what would happen if doctors start breaking schedules and appointments. What if doctors make sick people wait or tell them to come back another day? There would be pandemonium, as everybody would be complaining. Yet, when a politician does it, everybody seems to tolerate. But still we vote for them for their promises to serve. Are they really that busy or only that insensitive?