Sweating the small stuff
Dec. 11th, 2021 11:05 amWell, Patten said it:
https://twitter.com/Haggis_UK/status/1469002139360014342?fbclid=IwAR0KS4se1bT6iOaZnzwbyahpw3T8z9uB95zJfJGvZR-VixwF8r_xJ2n86-4
But I don't think people care. I don't think they'll blink at the Police Bill, or bother about English Nationalism til goosesteppers are on their doorstep. I don't think they care about businesses losing money until they themselves can't afford food. They care about what affects them directly, and they never join dots or blame themselves. Disaster a street away is disaster a world away.
But the parties in Downing Street during lockdown 2020, oh they care about that. Because they weren't able to do the same. Because they lost out. Because some people died alone due to rules the PM instigated and ignored. Scapegoat of the week Allegra Idiot sobbing into the cameras isn't going to help much; folk consider the PM a good time party animal, and it all just feels like him. This personal very small stuff is surprisingly venomous.
And I'm not sure BJ's convenient new daughter will help.
Surely the Cons will try to remove him, but he won't go quietly. Boris is motivated as much by vanity as by greed. I don't think he can bear to think of himself as the dolt of 21st century British history books. It will take a phenomenal bribe to shift him.
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I am having real concentration problems. There's the work, and I have to apply myself to that inch by inch. I am resigned to it taking forever; at least I have the time to attend properly. There are the two games a week, which are fluff and fun. There's the genealogy, but that's not real concentration; other people have done the work, I just hear the stories. There's the local group and it's as though I simply cannot bear to go through all the stuff. I am letting people down with my lack of involvement and application. This must change.
But how? Eat more salads? Take more vitamin D?
My husband is exhausted, it's nearly noon and he's still asleep.
https://twitter.com/Haggis_UK/status/1469002139360014342?fbclid=IwAR0KS4se1bT6iOaZnzwbyahpw3T8z9uB95zJfJGvZR-VixwF8r_xJ2n86-4
But I don't think people care. I don't think they'll blink at the Police Bill, or bother about English Nationalism til goosesteppers are on their doorstep. I don't think they care about businesses losing money until they themselves can't afford food. They care about what affects them directly, and they never join dots or blame themselves. Disaster a street away is disaster a world away.
But the parties in Downing Street during lockdown 2020, oh they care about that. Because they weren't able to do the same. Because they lost out. Because some people died alone due to rules the PM instigated and ignored. Scapegoat of the week Allegra Idiot sobbing into the cameras isn't going to help much; folk consider the PM a good time party animal, and it all just feels like him. This personal very small stuff is surprisingly venomous.
And I'm not sure BJ's convenient new daughter will help.
Surely the Cons will try to remove him, but he won't go quietly. Boris is motivated as much by vanity as by greed. I don't think he can bear to think of himself as the dolt of 21st century British history books. It will take a phenomenal bribe to shift him.
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I am having real concentration problems. There's the work, and I have to apply myself to that inch by inch. I am resigned to it taking forever; at least I have the time to attend properly. There are the two games a week, which are fluff and fun. There's the genealogy, but that's not real concentration; other people have done the work, I just hear the stories. There's the local group and it's as though I simply cannot bear to go through all the stuff. I am letting people down with my lack of involvement and application. This must change.
But how? Eat more salads? Take more vitamin D?
My husband is exhausted, it's nearly noon and he's still asleep.