One vote one adult

 It makes me wonder whether the notion of one person and one vote is representative of democracy. For as each year of my life passes, I think there are some individuals who should not get the right to vote. Especially those who fall down into the depths of a rabbit hole. Not too dissimilar to something Lewis Carol wrote about. The persons who have their own facts, which are not actually facts at all but are lies dressed up in easy to understand language. The easy to understand bit is because they don't use the wonderful faculty between their ears. It is like they go out of their way to make bad decisions. Some of those individuals are even those who are close to me and this causes great emotional and psychological pain. It is not possible to say otherwise. They have simply been brain washed. Social media has infected their mind with falsehoods. It is like some malign force is out there. Who can it be? The Russians, the Chinese the crazy right wing lunatic Americans. Perhaps all of them.

One vote one person. I follow British politics with enthusiasm. I hate what Britain has become after 14 years of Tory malpractice, 14 years of corruption, 14 years of racing to the bottom or the world. As a country we can no longer be considered part of the developed world. There is no housing and those who want social housing are on waiting lists up to 17 years or more. Housing is one of the most important items every single person must have, a home, a place of their own. After 14 years of Tories we have the highest utility bills we've ever had before. The disaster of privatised water now mean our seas and waterways (except Wales, Ireland and Scotland) are filled with sewage. Yet even Tories and Tory voters must know this, they must understand this is the consequence of their voting. They must understand if they need to see a doctor or go to the Hospital the lack of service is because they voted Tory and the Tories have only their immediate financial self-service as a priority.

England is dying. England is depressed. England has become the sick old man of Europe and it is because Cameron was too weak a man to face down the right wing lunatics in his own party and withdraw the whip from them. The right win is now fractured as we have Farage the racist in sight. Farage the man who as a growing child enjoyed singing racist Nazi tunes. The man who has two passports and can leave Britain at any time but chooses to stay here as he is a multimillionaire feeding poison into the vulnerable people who lack the initiative to both to understand Politics. 

I sincerely hope there is light with a Labour government now in power. But it is almost like the inevitable bath of self-destruction continues. It feels like Britain is now Nazi Germany in the 1930s.

An election at last

It is with relief an election has been called by the weak Sunak. A man who has never suffered the strife of real work his entire life. A man who doesn't know what it is like to not have two pennies to put together in order to afford his lunch. Because he has been closeted like an entitled Indian prince. Yet even the closeted can feel compassion and empathy. This man doesn't.

It's hard to wonder what he feels. But the suffering of others is not one of them. Unless he is an individual who hides his contradictions deep at an unconscious level. For them to come out years in the future with the question of how he might have done better for Britain. Again for some reason I don't think this matters. Though, a part of me hopes there will be a Karma effect on him and his family for what he has done to us all. If Britain was his own wallet, things would have been done differently. Funny how it is we hold civil servants to a higher degree of integrity than we do our politicians. Especially in Parliament, where rules are easily broken, what did have once unspoken codes of honour and expectations. But when put into contemporary, events are broken because we were ruled by a corrupt bunch. By egotistical maniacs who thought they knew best or even if they didn't it was a matter of being in power. Being in the public and getting exposure. Just so when it's time to leave, their nest is feathered with the prospect of limitless speaker gigs. For large fees. An hour gig giving a sudden six-figure sum into their bank accounts. Or so it has been with our joke of a PM Bozo the clown.  

This is not my country, I would not die for it. Given the opportunity I was live in Europe, my home would be a welcome place to strangers. But I can't go anywhere and have to sit it out. God may the Tory sewage infested waterways of our politics change in the next six weeks.