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.
