I’ve never been so desperate to see an election come. Keir Starmer might be a plate of uncooked dough, but I’ll take it. Give me anyone but a Tory, please G-d.
Whatever is happening here has been happening for a while. It’s starting to stink to high heaven now. The government of Once Great Britain has poisoned the air, the land, the water, and now the very culture is being dismantled and sold for parts in front of our eyes.
Like a cow being eaten alive at a feast, our country is tearing itself apart to be king of the ashes.
Do I blame foreigners?
Fuck no! I’m a fucking immigrant to this country myself.
There is no truer love than the convert to a new nation.
How could they break my heart like this?
Sorry, I read a great piece on Bukowski here on Medium this morning and I’m erupting into poetry unwittingly. Unmercifully.
Among others, I blame the rich pieces of shit who own the media in this country. They know exactly what they are doing. And I hate them.
How could anyone who hails from this land invite the children of oligarchs and spies from our most hostile enemy into the very heart of government here? That is fucking treason, thank you very godamn much. Oooooh, you cunts.