I hate politicians!

To follow on from my previous blog entry.  And I'm not enjoying writing this but feel that I have to, to follow on from yesterday's gripe...  

Well, I knew today would be an embarrassment for me as PMQ's were scheduled and whichever way you looked at it the session was gonna be ugly.  So would be the media tornado that would rise from the storm.  I could not muster the energy to get angry again as I'm completely dejected by all of it.  So I decided to go out for a ride on my bike.  A long ride on my bike.... 

What a beautiful day though!  Here’s a photo of the dawn just before sunrise as the warm red rays reflect off the underside of the high clouds.

Frosty to start with but by mid morning I was in my shorts and on my way out following this route.  

Firstly up to Aldwark Bridge where I paused for lunch and looked into a wispy blue sky trying to see the damn RAF jets as they pirouetted high overhead in their pretend 'Hun in the Sun' war games.  Nah, could hear them but didn't spot any of them.  Either they've got very good low observable technologies nowadays or my eyes are shot.  It's the latter methinks.  Then across to Wetherby to then finally catch the westerly tail wind for a relatively straightforward ride back home.   

A beautiful days ride out.  Again I hear the birds frolicking with the jets, one flying a lot higher than other, both singing their bits off.  But the birds.. They're back!  Same as last year.  It's only January but they're all around me.  For sure the world has been silent of song since October but it's great to think, cos a little bird told me, that right now we are on our way back to spring.  Yay!

Oh dear though.  I get home.  My knees.  Soreness is an understatement today.  Never mind the problems with getting on and off the bog, today I found it difficult climbing the stairs to reach the bathroom!  Nonetheless, such a splendid day had generated lots of electrons via my solar which had energetically splashed around the immersion heater and so had fully heated the water in the hot water tank.  Well, the free hot sex with the shower felt great!  It's especially pleasing for any Yorkshireman to get owt for nowt!

I demolish a small but tasty home made curry for tea, then plonk myself in front of the TV and catch the start of the 6 O'Clock news.  There's Boris, finally admitting his attendance at a drinks event in Downing street.  

Aw God, there's custard pies everywhere.  A monumental nuclear explosion of flans.  Many wrapped around not unsubstantial bricks as the whole bloody circus erupted.  I'm slumped in my chair.  All I can do is chant: idiots, idiots, idiots..

I just don't get it.  I'm also an idiot but I think that I am a relatively 'normal' idiot.  Straight headed.  Any sane person with the merest smattering of intelligence just would not have considered let alone do what has been done.  When considering the scale of the pandemic, the number of hard rules put in place, the billions spent trying to support society to isolate; then why would you ever believe that someone somewhere, even an idiot in Government, would think that even the merest suggestion of having a social gathering, a party, would be a good idea?  NO.  But then to go ahead and organise such an event and make it happen whilst the rest of the world has been ordered to lock down?  Really?  

I'm struggling to wrap my mind around such behaviours.  Yes, there are plenty of idiots out there and as I said yesterday a fair few of them have successfully worked their way into Parliament / Government.  But this?  It borders on psychopathic.  That is, idiots without empathy, who lack emotional traits, lack guilt, are impulsive, narcissistic and exhibit superficial charm?  Yep that’s Boris innit?  Are those the qualifications needed to get into parliament?  To get through the selection process?  Being an idiot alone would result in rejection?  Seems to be.

Like the stories from yesterday of folk who could not be with loved ones during the lockdown because they stuck to the rules, similarly there were times when we could not be with my uncle Con.  For example, he was in hospital during the first COVID wave and we could not go see him.  He caught the bug whilst in hospital and even though asymptomatic I think it’s the event that buggered his kidneys.  Which meant that doctor Bob had to take him off a load of his other life giving medications because they were also impacting his kidneys and so we relatively quickly lost him.  He's not been counted as such but yes he was also a COVID death.  And yes we all stuck by the rules, simply because even to an idiot it was the right thing to do.  

Oh dear.  Yesterday I watched with angst as the media did their best to kick start a knackered old 2 stroke political party engine.  Kick!  Kick!  Kick!  Keep going, yes you will get it started.  And then today, finally, Boris lends a leg and with a great thrust of his quadricep, a muscle only slightly smaller than the one between his ears, he kicks himself in his own testicles and he's away with an EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  Throttle wide open running to destruction!

Why do they do it?  Was it a 'bunker' mentality?  We're all together in the same place working really hard on the problem so lets try to find some space to 'chill'?  Or is there truly a feeling of superiority, assumed by folk whenever they rise into positions of power?  One rule for them, another for the plebs issit?  Multiplied by the effect power has on folk, especially the psychopaths in our society who have worked their way up into Government?

For sure it's gonna rumble on an on.  But it will some time later this year wash through.  At least until the elections in 2024 when its ugly head will be resurrected.  Whether Boris and other members of the government survive is not the worry for me.  They’re all politicians.  I hate them.  But, what's the alternative.  Kick one psychotic clown out and replace it with another?  Irrespective of party, in reality they're all the same.  I’m stuck in a nightmare political world unable to wake up..

To finish.  Remember the film Brewsters Millions?  Back in the 70's even then his mantra when he undertook his money wasting election campaign was 'NONE OF THE ABOVE'.  Yes, that's what I want to see on my next ballot paper.  To have the ability to say clearly and without ambiguity that I DO NOT WANT ANY OF THE CLOWNS listed on the ballot paper to be elected into office.   

I fear for my sanity.  I fear for our political institutions, our democracy, our integrity and the risk that in a social media driven world, of the coming anarchy.  

You ain't seen nothing yet.  

Ciao for now.