The time is ripe

Could you feel something electric in the air? As humanity (the Singapore version) palpitates and oscillates on its daily pendulum of mind-numbing activity designed to grease the wheels of the economy, coffeeshop talk is astir with rumours, predictions and speculation on the date of the next General Election.

The sense of anticipation is particularly acute when election time rolls around, and pray may I query the source or origin of this anticipation. What is there to anticipate when you know the ruling party is going to romp home like the juggernaut it is, crushing all and sundry? Except, maybe, there might be something different this time....

All hope springs eternal; and the incorporeal and abstract that is called 'hope' quantifies our deep-seated convictions that the ruling party may suffer a crushing blow come this election. It has been a less than sterling 5 years since they romped home with the mandate, with snafus aplenty.

As life gets that slightly tougher for you and me in the trenches, the time is ripe for some change.

Let there be light, for the time is ripe.