Hey Peeps
As you can see by the greeting, I’m feeling much better now that this will all be over in 48 hours. Then we can get on with complaining about the government again, asking ourselves what idiots voted them in?
Of course, there may be a short honeymoon period, but as “you can please all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time”, or the public ever, things will continue much as before. Only the complaints will change. Which makes you wonder what the point is.
I have observed the Sunak, trust me the big public smile is for show. He’s somewhat disillusioned by everything which is difficult for the stubborn optimist he seems to be. However, he’s the leader so he can’t throw up his hands, yell “screw this” and leave everyone to get on with it. You have to follow the rules of leadership until they open the door and gently encourage you to leave.
Starmer is faring better of course, he has reason to be an optimist. However, he has had to explain to his children why people thought he was a bad man because he wanted to tuck them in at night and read them a story. I felt a bit choked by that one. Which may be why a stone flew out of my hand at Sunak’s house. Fortunately my aim is hopeless and the worst thing I did was frighten a pigeon, which immediately flew at me and attacked my nose! Serves me right really.
Sir Ed is currently seriously considering the budgie smugglers in the hopes that the country is so fed up they’ll see the funny side and vote for him.
In the latest YouGov polls 75% haven’t enjoyed the election at all, and a slightly lower number say that their concerns have not been adequately addressed by anyone. They’re expecting this landslide but if 70+% of voters who responded are fed up with them, how are the rest feeling who don’t do the polls? It’s probably going to be a landslide of fear of the Conservatives that will put Labour in, but it doesn’t seem that it will be a landslide of people who believe in them.
Which as we know, means that the voters taking a chance will probably become very disillusioned very fast. That’s usually what happens isn’t it. Budgie smuggler or disappointment, it’s a huge conundrum. One will wreck your mental health and the other will wreck your optimism.
My BIG question in these days of AI, external interference, hacking, and the Post Office at it again blaming someone else for the postal votes possibly not arriving on time, is, how long will it be before someone says that the election was almost definitely fixed? I’m going for 3.7 seconds. Anyone else?
So I guess it could be better on Friday, we should at least have optimism until Sunday, but on the other hand we could all be saying “what election?” in three months time as things return to their irritating normal.
I know it’s shocking that I don’t believe in miracles, but when human miracles are expected they have to be paid for and the country is broke. Wanting more without paying more isn’t a realistic plan. Bit like government plans really. You see we have a lot in common with them.
In other news my son is still able to have children, his wife is relieved but not as impressed, my grandson’s are planning another escapade and nothing I can do can stop them apparently. In fact the little monkeys told me that if I tell on them they’ll tell everyone I gave them the idea. I don’t know whether I’m impressed by their intellect or terrified. Bit of both edging more towards terror as my wife will kill me!
My wife let me back in the house a couple of days ago, she also handed me my toolbox and told me to make up for the error of my ways with a bit of much needed and delayed (ignored) DIY. Clearly she’s forgotten that in my case that’s destroy it yourself. So far I’ve blown up the fuse box, fixed a broken window catch but somehow the window fell out in the process, drained the entire system trying to get the air out of the radiators, and wrecked the microwave (when I lost my temper with myself and hurled it across the kitchen).
Now the house is full of repair men, and I’m back in the shed. Hey ho.
I’m off out on my nocturnal meanderings tonight to see if the Izzard can be somehow inserted into this election to make everything worthwhile, doubt it though, but it’s worth a try.
Yours
Clarence Postlethwaite
P.S. I’ve been asked to stay on this year and continue a running commentary on the state of the nation, and my life. I’m quite excited, we have the American Elections coming up and that has to offer some superb material, providing one candidate can stay on his feet (bless him), and the other doesn’t start a civil war. Personally I’d prefer a gentle older gentleman who may be a bit tired or vague at times, he probably won’t kill anyone.
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