Politics

I’m home. It’s not cold. On my left hand side, Brian is triumphantly returned from The Ukraine. On my right, Tom is working into his laptop.

I’ve been listening to our future leaders. It really is frightening that this is where society has taken us. Rishi, a man made of paste, no clue about what actual people smell like. Kier, so used to lies and protection that he has forgotten that questions are to be answered…

Rishi pulled out some nonsense £2000 figure. “You will cost every household £2000”. This is the Tory projected cost of his policies. It’s an open goal. “You have projected this figure based on how you are used to raising money. I know you’ll find it difficult to swallow as a billionaire, but we will not be using the bottom to fund the top.”

I got so bored of Starmer being evasive and nonspecific, with his nasal voice, that I tuned out. He’s (apparently) our guy! Blair was dynamic and sharp. This guy is a blanket. If he gets in, I’m scared he’ll just be nothing and that his nothing will be used for another 50 years of the Tories setting fire to everybody. After all, he was the guy who chased out Corbyn for refusing to sign a document saying “Criticising the actions of the nation of Israel is antisemitism.” Quite rightly Corbyn (socialist sadly) felt that no government should be exempt from criticism. He refused to sign and it was the wedge that allowed labour to get the reds out from under the bed.

But surely leaders have to be able to criticise allies? What happens if an allied country were to initiate some sort of slow genocide while observing due process? We would need to be able to tell that country that human life has value – that their actions are awful… Surely?

I deleted the air raid app as Brian is back from Ukraine. He has learned a lot, and seen what it is like over there for real. A helpful eye, particularly as the Russian propaganda machine is so incredibly evolved. Nobody does misinformation like them. We have an election coming up and I have no idea what the people running the misinformation factories think is the best outcome, but the vast majority of humans on this planet these days are talking potatoes. They’ll take on the flavour of the sauce, and won’t even understand that the sauce was made by someone.

I’m disappointed. I can’t think how else I would feel. Kier is terrified to be something. In America you’ve got the demigorgon lining up for a slug out with a dead fish. How do you mobilise patriotism enough that, like in the Ukraine, you can send these passionate youth to their deaths? It is important to love your country, and have an idea of what that means. But so many people seem to be defining things on what things aren’t supposed to be. Not what they are.

I’m too messyheaded today. bedtime

There’ll be some elections. Nothing will change. And we will all die in the end.