reflections on zac goldsmith

i saw zac goldsmith in a backbench debate about december 5th 2011.
he was speaking of differing norms of human rights across the disparate european national jurisdictions.
he was talking about all those dreadful horrid human rights violating things no one wants to bring up.

he spoke with astounding eloquence.

as the debate finished, i called out.

"zac goldsmith
good work!
i'm mary eng."

he looked at me startled, by my utterance. my confidence. perhaps by, my announcement of my name.

as he made eye contact with me, i felt a jolt of electricity through his golden eyes.
i have never had that happen with another human.

i felt that he was a golden child like JFK, destined to be a prime minister.

so mayor will just be a short step on the way.

and i don't even care for Tory this or that. he really transcends, transforms, subverts the dusty old nonsense.