With the election coming up and everything (at this point in proceedings, I simply refuse to believe that you weren’t aware that there was one of those coming up. Even if you don’t care in the slightest about politics and son’t intend to put your vote to any sort of use, it’s hard for the fact that there will be a Westminster based popularity contest being held in the merry month of May), it’s blindingly obvious to absolutely every single last political consultant (or whoever it is they get in to help with the running of the depressingly endless campaigns) that the Tories really must not show anything that remotely resembles weakness.
The very notion that any one of them might need to turn to something so entirely disgusting as medication in order to keep their cholesterol under control is nothing short of political suicide right now. Already in place is the ingrained idea that the Tories are the wealthy, the snobbish, the exclusive, the party of plenty but only for those who deserve it according to their pathetically arbitrary criteria. They really might as well admit to having gout because that would have pretty much the same effect.
This doesn’t even take into account the number they’ve perpetrated on the NHS during their latest term in office. For one of their ranks to start taking medication for the rest of their life, no matter how long that might be to keep something in check that might not have got into the danger zone if they’d had to live the spartan life of the poor. Or something, I’m not sure that everyone’s got the tightest handle on what statins are actually for. But that potential misunderstanding has nothing to do with what’s going on. Once an idea like this is planted in a voter’s brain, it will never go and will definitely play a huge part in determining who they’ll elect as prom queen.