Jul 1, 2020
Ashamed to be British Two Years on
Just over two years ago (Apr. 2018) I wrote about being Ashamed to be British. Now, two years on, I look at what has changed, and I can honestly say that nothing has changed, and if anything it has got worse. As part of the module I am presently studying I have been reading a lot of stuff pertaining to living conditions of workers in the nineteenth century mills of Manchester. Then I look at the Philip Alston report on poverty in the UK from a couple of years back, and this could have easily applied to nineteenth century Manchester — the language is not that much different. Back in June 2016 someone allowed the loonies to grab the keys to the asylum, although it was pretty bad before this was the real tipping point. Since then there has be a sharp rise in any sort of phobia one cares to mention, a rise in racist thinking, a marked rise in poverty, particularly child poverty etc. etc..
Back then I was thinking that it couldn’t get much worse, but it did. July 2019 sees the Tories doing what they do best, knifing their leader in the back, leading to that lying, cheating charlatan, Boris Johnson, becoming PM. To be honest there is a better relationship between chalk and cheese than there is between Boris and the truth. So, we now have a clown as PM. In November there was a very small window of opportunity to get the Tories out of power and installing a government of national unity with Jeremy Corbyn at its head. Now, I am not, and never have been, a fan of Corbyn, but he was, at the time, the least worst option. This was well and truly fucked up by the then leader of the Limp Dems, Jo Swinson, who railed that she couldn’t work with Corbyn, and promptly reverted to type and her default position as a closet Tory. This gave Johnson a clear field, everyone but the Labour Party knew that Corbyn was completely unelectable, and Johnson calls a general election in Dec. and comes away with a stonking majority.
His first move was to surround himself with his Vote Leave cronies, most of whom were complicit in illegality of one sort or another. He forms a cabinet of no-entities, most of whom lack braincells, and I suspect share one on a daily basis. Between then and now we have been hit by the pandemic (which has more than highlighted the incompetence of this bunch of clowns), and that good old standby of the Tory party, sleaze, has reared its ugly head again. Just where would the Tory wankers be without their cash for access, their bung for this, that or the other — although I suspect that they would prefer canes and whips for the other. Its crossed my mind recently that these clowns have turned the UK into a banana republic, then I stopped myself with the thought that any self-respecting banana republic would be insulted by that.