Tuesday 26 May 2020

Where Do We Go From Here? 2: Aftermath of the Sociopath

So that happened.

An unelected man broke the rules to explain to the press, and by extension us, that he didn't break the rules. Or, that if he did, it didn't matter anyway because the rules didn't apply to him, his wife, their kid, their family, or anyone else with an invisible Don't Even Go To Jail To Begin With card. You know the kind, the ones minted in swiss gold, delivered by angels in first class, and wafted down from the exalted heights of the refined elite stratosphere. The place that hosts their Panopticon from where everyday is a cocaine fuelled disco festival. The only plebs that are invited are the hookers and the cleaners.

Ahem.

He even smirked as he walked off. Fortunately screen capped by the Twitters:
We have been colossally mugged off. Gaslighting isn't governance, it's fucking sociopathy. One of the concerns of lockdown is the effect on the victims of domestic abuse. We are in lockdown with emotionally abusive masters. It's a shame so few can see it. Others, like the slippery Michael Gove, will ideologically shape shift like one of David Icke's worst nightmares (the ones that aren't racist), in conversation with the media. The guy is an evasive political eel. How is this kind of excuse ballet acceptable. This is a direct quote from his TV interview this morning:

"It was confirmed, he confirmed it for himself"
This is in relation to Mr Cumming's bizarre ability to combine the Highway Code with and Eye Chart. A satnav is now a qualified optician.

"Take the next left, then read the top line for me."

Can we make a claim for abuse? Asking for 60 million friends!

Class War!

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