…is what rubbish Rishi tells us the next few years in the UK will be.
Like everything else he burbles out these days – no one can really
get a handle on this.
What is most likely is that desperation at his own
inadequacies and a potential Tory wipe-out at the election we are all literally
gagging for – has turned to mad diversion tactics with a whole heap of
incendiary fear mongering to pepper it all.
How should one respond?
I mean other than completely losing your mind and
running down the street naked screaming at the diseased pigeons…
How about this
Dear Rishi,
If you are poor or a migrant or mentally ill or on
an NHS waiting list or living in a house with RAAC concrete or going to a
school with RAAC concrete or if you are elderly relying on home care or if you
are working mad hours to pay your massively increased mortgage or if you are
stupid enough to go swimming in the coastal waters around England or a river or if you are under threat of deportation to Rwanda for the sake of a right-wing headline or if you are a child living in damp, insecure housing or in the
centre of one of our increasingly polluted inner cities or sleeping on the
streets or cycling on pot-holed roads or waiting for an ambulance or struggling
with the anxiety of life lived in perma-debt OR if you’re a child in Gaza being
bombed with UK supplied armaments – a decade and a half of Tory mismanagement
have already made life pretty bloody dangerous - you out of touch twonk.
Alternatively…
You could just go full child and (as I lived in Newcastle
for many years) try this little ditty…
You
can have a Rishi
On
a little dishi
You’ll
get a squishy Rishi
When
the votes come in…