They predicted thunder and lightning, so far that hasn't happened. It's just hot and sweaty. Every year just feels warmer now, though I couldn't possibly register that with any accuracy. Are we slowly moving closer to the sun? Feels like it...
Perhaps the heat is just another day in corrupt covid Britain. Business as usual should be unusual, but that tragedy is that it isn't. Injustice is the soup of the day, served up with a helping of indifference. Our government are mean and stupid. Small people, chosen by a small man. A creepy little weirdo that thinks he thinks big. Like his bank balance. Who put him there?
Somehow he got there. Now he's the motivator for the death of our economy. He won't pay the price, he, like the rest of them, will be well insulated. When it all finally kicks off, and it will, he'll bne well out of it. like the rest of them. They'll find a nice tax haven and speculate financially on the outcome of us fighting over the scraps of food in our zombie economy.
What passes for life these days is a struggle against the industrial scale media gaslighting we have to endure. It's a shadow of a life: unreal. A shadowplay. They keep us in the cave, away from the streets they have infected with the virus of their incompetence. Next up on the menu, the nation's children.
There appears to be no end in sight. We are going to have to adjust, and therein lies the problem. If we adjust then where is the anger for change? The streets should be on fire. But they aren't because we are hopeless divided. The only thing that can heal the wound is it getting worse, as Brexit surely will.
Or maybe they'll make an eleventh hour deal. Squalid and secret. The details will peter out like a leaky shoe. Just as squelchy. It will be a mediocre deal and thus not one the media will throw a spotlight on. But it will succeed in leaving us somewhat less worse off than no deal; the motherlode of stupidity.
This, then is the best we can hope for, that our leaders will crash the car slightly more safely. Either way the car's a wreck. One thing's for sure, it won't be professional pub bore and tedious xenophobe, Nigel Farage, at the wheel. He'll be safe from his position as outlier. But because he's invited to comment by our biased scandalous media he gets to agitate with no responsibility. He's a ghost; a spectre created by the media and it's bigotry to haunt our collective psyche. He will never go away until there is a fundamental change.
Let's hope that's soon.
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