A week is a long time in politics they say and this week that is doubly or even trebly true.
At the start of this week I’d given up arguing intelligently about the nature of democracy and the discussion that makes Parliament central to the democratic process.
Parliament shut down FFS. I nearly spontaneously combusted.
I wanted to shit on the johnson’s head, purely as political comment you understand. Alternatively, and possibly preferably, see him buried in shit. I don’t think I alone could’ve produced enough short term for option two, but I’d have happily donated if someone had been collecting for such a project.
As it turns out, at the end of this week, there was no need for me to forward plan, he’s doing all the leg work, burying himself in his own shit.
What a relief.
fat tart 