Isn’t it comforting, after all the various helter skelter hiatuses (seems that a word) we have been through lately, that a sense of order is regained.
We are now back in a world we can all recognise. Back on track with the Tory train to honesty, decency, clarity, bullshit. Where did that last one come from?
‘ The Battle of Orgreave’, the one battle in our past that no-one seems keen to include in the history books with any degree of clarity. A cynic would suspect that, although preceded by positive indications that an enquiry was coming, the possibility of Cabinet minutes being made public that might cast a light on Thatcher’s heavy hand on the tiller, has resulted in a swift reversal.
NHS funding, and a public statement, by the Tory chair of the Health Committee, that the government has been misleading the public with the amounts allegedly being pumped in to maintain the service at some sort of functional level.
The obstinate and obdurate advance of benefit cuts, and changes to disability assessment and support, never mind how many stumble and fall through the cracks.
The dithering, prevaricating and delaying in bring refugee children to England from ‘The Jungle’, leaving unknown numbers still wondering where to sleep, where to find safety.
The inability to see the national culpability in the deaths and destruction wrought by arms supplied by us to Saudi Arabia, because ‘If we didn’t, someone else would’. Thanks Boris.
The new runway at Heathrow, even though there are so many reasons for it to be elsewhere, or not at all.
And so it goes on, and on.
And all within the governing party that is so factional in its support for these and other policies, that it makes UKIP look rational.
Keep your criticisms of others and their internal wranglings, Theresa. Have a look at the motley mass you are supposedly leading, accept that it isn’t a party fit to govern. Accept that the country deserves a proper choice.
Call an election now, before normal service destroys what little we have left.
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