Ah, the uplifting spectacle of politicians scrabbling for power once more uplifts my heart and fills me with hope for the future.
If all goes according to plan, Tony Blair, that evil warmongering christian, should be be replaced fairly quickly by Gordon Brown; man of the people; steady hand on the economic tiller; dour; responsible; duty bound, eyes shining with the faux integrity and idealism so favoured by politicians of all times.
So, we can look forward to a few heady months of optimism. Perhaps Gordon will prove to be that most elusive of beasts, an honest, committed, common sensical politician.
My heart yearns for such a scenario.
My head tells me a different story though. I can already feel the steady drip, drip of failed expectation, the corrosive litany of broken promises, unrealistic pledges and sullen compromise eating away at that shiny vision of the future.
Perhaps we should vote in David Cameron; eco-warrior; lover of the poor and under-priviliged; Non-tie wearing 'regular guy'; Jaguar chauffered, bicycling, friend of the scandinavian glacier?
Is it just me or do these characterisations ring a little hollow? Perhaps, though, I'm being wilfully cynical?
Is it merely that David is a little late to the spin party? Has he arrived, dressed to the nines in his glad rags, jiving and jitterbugging his little heart out, only to discover that everyone else has long since moved to the chill-out room to contemplate how they are going to feel about their embarassing indiscretions in the cold light of the following morning?
For people whose priority is surely meant to be running the country in the best interests of us all, voters and humanity in general, it does seem they spend the vast majority of their intellect, passion and energy imitating crabs in a barrel.
Or is it just me?