Wanting Out

[smokingboot]

Just how much do I need this holiday?

I am worn out. The whole claustrophobic fog of Brexit Britain lies thick across our media. Shops in England, Scotland and Wales are running low on supplies, and the Right screams 'pingdemic' while hauliers and retailers assure us it's Brexit rather than Covid; drivers feel unwelcome, don't fancy waiting in paperwork queues etc. Certainly there seem to be no shortages in Europe. We've suffered no lack personally, though I've heard reports of bare shelves from South East England to Fort William.

Civil rights are being chewed away everywhere we look, corruption and cronyism is so rife in government they don't even conceal it beyond bad lying. Lunatics decry the RNLI for saving migrant lives in danger on the sea; apparently such people should just be left to drown. A crazy anti-vaxxer grabs a megaphone and talks in Trafalgar Square comparing doctors and nurses to criminals at the Nuremberg trials. 'They hung!' she screams triumphantly and the crowd cheers. Priti Patel introduces a bill ferociously cruel towards refugees, while our press squeaks about the Olympics no-one can attend and a 2 million pound tourist 'mound' at Marble Arch that's been branded the worst attraction in London.

It's like living in a cupboard full of crazy goblins.

Comments

[smokingboot]

Our government would adore a spot of civil unrest. Suddenly the press would be full of tales of looting, and how plucky citizens are standing together against the scum in our midst. I would fully expect BJ to turn up smoking a cigar.

And the fact that food supplies running low are down to Brexit would be forgotten in a sea of bulldog expressions and union jacks.

I'm sorry to hear things are difficult where you are, and wish safety to you and yours. May the goblins never find you!

[thisnewday]

Thanks, and wishing the same for you...