Wednesday 20 May 2020

Week of the £11 Spam Actualizer part 3: Your POTUS is a POS

Meet the man. He's become human spam. A real life 'my friend, the crown prince of Nigeria'. A thatch haired lobster faced narcissist born of penis enhancement surgery and Viagra junkmail. A human heart attack. Corona coronary. I don't know where this paragraph is going...

That's right. It's Trump. The Art of the Deal. A handshake snakebite sat in the Shitehouse, now lying readily to benefit the sales of an unpronounceable medication to benefit himself. Let me be (finally) clear: he's selling a drug that isn't designed for Covid, has not been cleared for Covid, and, the last time he tried this, cost people their lives (or almost, I forget which...I bet those concerned won't).

There aren't words. At least not ones that his shark lawyers or Blogspot wouldn't find defamatory.

The leader of the free world is hawking a drug that isn't designed for the thing he thinks it prevents. His body language smacks of defensive, in other words "don't blame me if you die, I only told you that the entire medical profession thinks its great, plus I'm not dead!". What is this shit? Studies have debunked this bullshit but he knows full well that his coterie of sycophants will, in between deliberately infecting themselves in the name of freedom, follow his advice. Likes others. And fucking die. It's a shitstorm in a petri dish.

Let's see what's happening in Westminster. Maybe our lot can out do him. Come on you lads!

Oh dear. It seems Boris Johnstwat is happy to stiff the very people that saved his fucking worthless fathead life. Migrant workers in the NHS, those on the frontline, are being made to pay for their healthcare. When they need it the most - when they are doing the most. Clap for that you Tory voting muppets! Just hope none of them need to help you, better get your wallets out and make sure they can.

Crissakes, it just gets worse. All over the world capitalism reveals its ugly self amid this crisis. Workers rights trampled everywhere as Corona throws a pale spotlight of greed over everything.

And don't forget while all this is happening there is still Brexit. Like the bones of grandpa sitting restless in the closet. A good time to bury bad deals. Sell everything off to the pusher in the Oval Office while we recover from one economic crisis to lurch headlong into another. How long can this madness continue? They are letting it happen. They want it to happen. They don't want a deal. But they do want you to pick fruit and veg. I do, bought some mushrooms yesterday. That do ya, Mr Useless Eustice?

The government is still bullying schools. Their guidance for opening schools is laughable. The unions have five reasonable tests. The Tories care about none of them. Just wash your hands if you've had contact with a kid you don't know might be infected because we still still aren't testing properly. Don't be fooled, your kids' education isn't the government's priority. They want you back to work and if your kid's at school, you've got no excuse to risk your health for Daddy Profit.

Meanwhile at the beach...


It's a socially distanced swim! Deckchairs and Mr Whippy will save us!

All the fuck's sakes.

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