I ought to be writing something profound. I have high standards to maintain after all. That's why you're reading this of course. Viewers of taste and distinction; savoir faire. Or something.
Except I'm stuck trying to download some music from Amazon's frighteningly shit music app.
Anyway, who cares about that. Not those sartorially astutue souls I count among my readership. That's YOU, genius!
So where are we? The week ends as the crisis began. A belated lockdown, hobbled in efficacy by the Tories who refuse to accept any harm to their precious economy. Even though it's minder, it's babysitter, knows not how it works.
Dear @RishiSunak,
— Positive Money (@PositiveMoneyUK) November 2, 2020
We're afraid you got some things wrong in your #AskRishi twitter Q&A last week.
Retweet to help Rishi learn the truth about government spending 👇 https://t.co/nkQGLpOcAq pic.twitter.com/93GHQDxE2n
Ho ho ho. What a clown. But he's a hedge fundie bankster type! Just shows how deep capitalist propaganda goes doesn't it!
Anyway, time once again to check in with our American friends (ooh, careful) and see how things are going in the world's greatest democacy.
I easily WIN the Presidency of the United States with LEGAL VOTES CAST. The OBSERVERS were not allowed, in any way, shape, or form, to do their job and therefore, votes accepted during this period must be determined to be ILLEGAL VOTES. U.S. Supreme Court should decide!
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) November 6, 2020
Hmmmn....better leave it a while, it's going to take a while for the stink to clear. Woooweee!
Twenty Four Hours in a brand new cage
The same old story on a poisoned page.
Led by donkeys but not by data
was on the curriculum of the alma mater
Now at the mercy of those fattened with ballot and vote
Who legislate away all reason and hope...
Where a poppy where it red
Make it big, like the size of your head
Make it shine like a mushroom cloud
Gratefully blinded by England proud
The people salute while their kids starve
Covid got in the way of tearing us in half
Brexit comes a Tory takeover
Selling England off the White Cliffs of Dover
Make it loud like the braying crowd
Behind the king with his thatch of wind
Mr Speaker! Forgive me for I have sinned!
Goodnight.
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