Sunday 12 April 2020

Weekender 4: The New Magic Thinking

Easter Sunday and, as predicted, he has risen. Boris the buffoon is now enjoying the tax payer funded recuperative luxury of Chequers. A privilege enjoyed by every other Prime Minister in the country.

Of course the media will now align behind him, as if he can personally deliver the knockout blow to the great enemy. Because of course a mere non-partisan non-sapient virus is the modern day Hitler.

There's always got to be an enemy. It's how we define ourselves. I suppose we should be thankful the virus didn't begin in the depths of the EU. I think the collective gammon of Brexiteers would burst like an angry suppurating balloon of bigotry.

So begins the phase of (more) magic thinking. Check this grotesque bullshit out. Dying of a disease that even the PM doesn't care enough about to ensure his own health? Pull up your bootstraps pleb!

No doubt this bollocks will come ever more to the fore to fill the gaping void left by the government's complete abrogation of duty during this crisis. All of which will be willingly amplified by the usual suspects (not least of all the Daily Fail). Perhaps we'll be lucky and the Sun (Scum) will be too busy begging for readers on Twitter.

Watching the parade of increasingly uncomfortable and inept Cabinet ministers unfold the daily report from the front line is a bit like watching a Russian doll get unpacked. As each wooden clone diminishes in size, so too does our self serving and entitled brigade of buffoonery shrink in stature and competence. Finally ending, for this week at least, with a display of disconcerting addition by Priti Patel. Had this been Dianne Abbot (former shadow home sec) failing to count...well we know what would have happened because we've seen it happen.

Let us also not forget that IPSA has deigned to give our poor ailing politicians a ten grand bonus to help them continue their vital work in this difficult period.

Thought that might put a smile on your face :D

This is what Boris and his Mugs Parade really think of you - and the NHS, more importantly. Remember that when they come to sell it off, no doubt through crocodile tears, to pay for a crisis their incompetence engineered. "Tough choices" is what they'll.



They have to go. No ifs no buts. Revolution is the ONLY way to save this society, after we've saved the lives.

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