Never in the field of human endeavour has so much been required of so few so lacking in ability.
Rining in the ears of the likes of Alexander DeWaffle is the tinnitus of self importance; the roaring eardrum-tide of privilege. These people are their own victims; goading themselves on to take over everything. All must be theirs. The common weal; the land; our rights; our incomes. Everything.
All we ask (other than everything) is that you not fuck up when there's plague's abroad.
They couldn't even do that. Johnson is a slave to our toxic billionaire-poisoned media. They have set this agenda. Through the MAGA-Mekon that is Dominic Cummings they spread their divisive message. It's take back control, again. A meaningless thought - nay, life - terminating cliche. As vapid as it is all encompassing.
These are our leaders and their stature is represented only by how distant it measures from that which is required. They are defined by how far short they come up. You must be this tall to ride the roller coaster. You can't handle it Mr Johnson. It's not for you. Go back to your mistress of the moment. Piss off to your regatta club. Wear your boater, pretend to be Billy Bunter where you can do no harm. Tuck off!
Around the world, cases don't seem to be falling. Even in the places where action has been more effective and decisive. Some moron in South Korea decided to go to all the clubs in Seoul. You can guess the rest. Now the city's nightlife is in indefinite lockdown. This is South Korea where they have a proper response from government and not an irresponsible cretin at the helm. Without that kind of leadership over here....well you can guess the rest.
This morning I went to Tesco wearing, for the first time, a mask. Homemade of course, and thus probably as effective as a chocolate teapot. I felt pretty silly wearing it, it's not my colour. But this seems to be the way forward. I can't help thinking that, between now and 24 hours earlier, things have gotten worse once again. Another shift. Just like in March. The world changes around us in a heartbeat. Like a palpitation in the core of reality. It's unsettling and made worse by the fact this appears to be a one way journey. You can look behind you but objects in the rear view mirror always appear closer. Distance drives familiarity further away and into discomfort.
This now is the brave new brave new world
Class War is back!
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