A mandate is not a date with a man.
Unless the man is named Cameron or Osborne, and the date is willing to donate a 6 figure tax free sum to the Tory party.
All our politicians are currently looking like foxes with headlights in their eyes. They are desperate.
Focus Groups have told them how to behave, how to speak, what to think, how to deliver. Politicians have mouths with which to speak, but as the election beckons their language, and what they say becomes ever more nakedly political and bizarre.
Grown men seeking mandates, to make them Prime Minister, struggle to remain dignified.
George Osborne himself a notable prime ministerial candidate for 2020 was asked by Andrew Marr this week just 20 times to spell out how he was going to fund his pledge of £8Bn for the NHS. His answers were a master class in obfuscation and BS.
Osborne's desperate unfunded spending spree pledges are directed shamelessly to benefit the home counties and Tory constituencies. Yesterdays £1M tax free inheritance give away! You could not make it up.
David Cameron is prone to panic measures when he is in a political corner and there are signs that the contest has become a parody of political discourse and even he knows that to be the case.
Cameron's "no top down reorganisation of the NHS" pledge was the turning point and the lie that made him the occupant of 10 Downing street for five years, but now we must endure the abundant yawn-inducing platitudes, which are so nakedly insincere; the "hard working" "long term economic plan" reduced meaningless stock phrases delivered on auto pilot.
David Cameron never fails to bring up the tragic loss of their son when referencing the NHS. That has also become programmed into his responses and is Nixon-like embarrassing, and desperately inappropriate.
A mandate is "a command or authorisation to act in a particular way on a public issue given by the electorate" (dictionary.com)