Wednesday 3 June 2020

Lockdown Comedown 3: Big Boy In Charge

Oh, this is delicious...
No sympathy for the devil today, Mr Johnsboris.

The compassionate enquirer might posit that he hasn't fully recovered from the virus his policies demonstrate scant regard for. I, on the other hand, find it hilarious. In that dark way things are these days. We are, as already mentioned, a failed state. An exasperated leader bred by Eton for command who has coasted through, wafted to the upper echelons of the ruling class to a position he has earned only through mishap and covetousness (is that a word). No qualification and, it seems, no interest. All that glitters eh, Boris?

What a merry farce. Remember these people are in charge!

That many don't question this, or don't seem to care is the result of decades of capitalist hegemony; dominant culture compelling people not to question. Not to wonder,a t the very least, if thinkgs could be better. This is as good as it gets.

It shouldn't be. This is the equivalent of going to the chemist with a prescription only to be served by a guy honking a horn wearing oversized red shoes and throwing buckets of confetti at people. The best/worst part is how petulant they are. Look at Boris thump the dispatch box. How dare you question me! I'm the victim! Poor me!

You are anything but poor, you sorry little piggy.

This is all starting to sound like deja vu. How many times can I say the same thing: how many times can our government continue to get it wrong and simply not care. To them it is business as usual. The local paper (we're still getting one, bizarrely) devoted a two page spread to the region's Tory MP's (which is all our MP's unfortunately), giving them air time to explain why they felt it necessary to defend Dominic Cummings! This is blatant propaganda consisting of little more than to tell the reader it was all a 'distraction'. Gaslighting once again. It isn't a distraction, he was caught out and is directly responsible for shattering the lockdown. What remains of it seems to comprise of increed litter found strewn about by idiots.

Welcome to our world. We're still measuring deaths from covid in triple figures with an R rate perilously close to breaking point by any reasonable indicator. Let's all go furniture shopping!

Breaking news. It appears Alok Sharma, no I haven't' heard of him either, the business secretary felt unwell enough in Parliament today that he's being tested for covid and is self isolating.
Who would have thought Jacob Rees Mogg is potentially the Typhoid Mary of the Tories' own demise! Fuck's sake these people are stupid!

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