Week of Madness

And as the weather turns from crap to slightly less crap we enter a week of insanity. Just when you think this sick society cannot get any worse we have a week until the funeral for an old establishment racist during which the gaslighting has reached new heights. Meanwhile our government, which now has to rank among the most corrupt in the developed world, is embroiled in another scandal. The former PM, Cameron the pigfucker, has been caught with a scheme that fiddles the pensions of nurses. Or something. I don't even pretend to understand it. It's like looking directly at the sun; the sheer weight of their unending unapologetic greed. It's not even as if he needs the money. The irony is that, if it were someone who did, like Arthur Fowler, they'd have no chance. Cameron on the other hand will receive, at best, a slight telling off. Once again, the only real crime for these scum is in getting caught. We, the plebs, aren't meant to know about their indiscretions.

Meanwhile Northern Ireland burns. A tinderbox of austerity incompetence and sectarianism. The Tories have had no interest in keeping things under control. No interest in the well being of the people over there. Endless austerity and anti social policies threaten to violently tear the lid off the peace process. A hard won effort they treat with nothing short of contempt. It certianly won't impress the skeleton in chief at the Whitehouse.

Still none of this matters to the great British public. Easily swayed by shop windows they will flock back like desperate starved magpies spending like there's no tomorrow. Just as the system wants. Dnce to its toxic tune. Spend what you have, borrow for what you don't. That will be the message. Capitalism is nothing if not myopic. If you're in debt by Christmas, who cares - at least you'll be alive. Unless you aren't because Covid hasn't gone away yet,. How quickly we forget.