What’s the big idea?

I am confused, I am a blonde. Who do we believe, David Icke or Barack Obama, Gordon Brown or Stuart Wilde? Who tells us the truth, where do we look for the real answers, backed by honesty? My favourite Pope is dead, and I believed him. “Let everybody in, open  all the doors, don’t be afraid”.  With the internet, knowledge can be a scary thing. If you look up the HPV virus, you get a fright; if you look up flu injections, you are told that world populations are going to die; if you look up breast lumps, you feel hundreds of them. What is real and what is false? I am getting to the stage when I don’t give a damn. The other day, the Conservative party came to see me, and I wanted to join them, but now I am not sure. All politicians have trouble with truth, power, and stage presence. So what is a girl to do? I think 50 per cent taxation is too much, and the rich never pay in any case. The flu injection gave me the worst flu ever, Gordon Brown can play the piano, Stewart Wylde believes he has been abducted by aliens. And David Icke - who everybody wanted to say was mad - has been proved right. Just go and read the books he wrote in about 1992 , I Am Me , I Am Free, and the Biggest Secret. They’re a lot more fun than David Cameron’s The Big Idea on social responsibility (a bit dry, no humour, and puritanical). Barak Obama is above suspicion and may as well be the new Pope, just because his father was black?. With elections next year, someone needs my vote, but it looks a mess out there, and I am afraid that the people who want my vote are unlikely to get it. A tsunami matters more in the world than a slight change in interest rates. Well, I believe in ghosts and myself - and according to Stephen Hawkins, even I don’t exist.