Actually I don't even think he cares. He just says this stuff like it was a bodily function. A thought fart. A reflex based on his self entitled aristocratic identity. The flexing of the ruling class' muscle. What they call a thought terminating cliche: a statement with no content that stops discussion. Intentional or otherwise.
They are not going to get a grip on this. They can't. They don't know how. All they know is capitalism: dodgy business as usual. We might as well put Delboy in charge, at least he was a working class lad, and we can get a cheap laugh from him falling through the bar.
I read today that Captain Colonel Major Tom, the old fella perambulating for the kind donations of the dewy eyed and the honourable but gullible, raised 30 odd million. I also read the government has pissed away three times that amount on contracts given to their mates. Crappy quality PPE produced by these companies. None of them have the capacity to meet the challenge the contract necessitates. It's just business as usual.
Money thrown down the drain. Raised by good hearted old veterans and wasted by a class of scoundrels happy to take that money in return for a clap. Let's all clap! That'll pay the wages of those facing this disease - you'd better join in! You'd better pay up. Poor old Major Colonel Captain Tom can enjoy an all too brief glimpse at the world of those in charge. A quick cuppa with the Queen, a pin on his chest, another war wound. Then it's back home and possibly into a care home.
Keep clapping while he and others like him risk their lives in Corona infested care homes. Graves that await them while we forget them. But that's OK because we can salve our consciences and absolve ourselves of any responsibility to effect real change.
Just go for a walk around your garden.
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