When I parked this blog back in July – I thought there would be real new news for comment at the start of September. A faster slide down the Brexit sewer as the buffoon, partying PM Boris Johnson attended to his own appetites while the people of Britain suffered, was beyond what even I could envisage. And my opinion of Johnson has always been that he’s far south of deplorable.
We were made to hang on while Truss and Sunak
entered a who-can-be-the-worst-person and therefore appeal to the 160k-ish 'swivel-eyed loons' (what is left – or rather far right – of the Tory party
membership) who again decided the resident 10 Downing Street. For 6 weeks, literally
nothing has been done of any significance to avert the very obvious and very
grim crises facing Britain. And yes – the UK is not alone in the troubles of
2022 – but much of Britain’s hurt has come from the self-inflicted wound of Brexit.
As for Liz Truss, it’s just a case of how much lower
the UK goes under another vain, wispy blonde, careless idiot incapable of
fidelity before we reach rock bottom…
Recently – as a form of escapism – I re-watched Predator – the original with Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I realised that Predator was more
realistic, less alarming and far better scripted than the summer Tory
leadership contest where Liz Truss – who was still Foreign Secretary at the
time - threatened nuclear Armageddon, insulted the Scottish leader and played
silly games with the notion of not being friends with France – a NATO ally. All
that in-between promising tax cuts that will overwhelmingly benefit the
wealthiest.
Meanwhile the privatisation shit has really hit the
fan in so many ways. There’s a new UK beach pass-time of ‘swimming with solids’
or ‘paddling with pooh’ in rivers thanks to decades of mismanagement, lack of
investment and pumping money to shareholders by the privatised water companies.
Those same companies now intend to increase household bills to belatedly pay
for all the maintenance they never did and the infrastructure they sold off for
profit.
Up here in Edinburgh the streets were strewn with uncollected
rubbish during the August festival as workers across the country showed their
frustration with strike action that will never gain them pay rises sufficient
to deal with huge hikes in the cost of living.
Plus, just as a side issue on the scale of the
apocalypse, years of ignoring obvious in-our-faces climate disaster warnings
resulted in 40 degree heat in July in the UK, extreme global forest fires,
droughts and now devastating flooding across 1/3 of Pakistan with massive loss
of life.
The cost of living crisis came to a crescendo – but
the morally, politically, intellectually ever-absent Prime Minister Boris
Johnson did not let that stop him enjoying his holidays abroad, a little top
gun cosplay and his further photo ops with Ukrainian leader Zelensky. Zelensky
– the man who went from comedian to admired warrior and crisis leader while Johnson
has only ever remained an over-promoted posh twit with multiple delusions,
spreading disaster and mayhem like an incontinent toddler with diarrhoea and no
nappy.
As we begin a new chapter in the increasingly
down-at-heel, dirtier, falling apart book of The Recent Sad History of Britain
– I can only say that moving on from the catastrophe that was Johnson into
existence under the premiership of one of the most vain, stupid and intellectually
dishonest women British politics has ever had the misfortune to endure is just
deeply, deeply, deeply disturbing.
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