Is Sunak The Reincarnation of Guy Fawkes?

I was held hostage by bad people. Yes, the homeless demanded a can of Special Brew for my release - and I'm not even a Tory!

But still, life goes on, and blimey, what a week, huh? As the Tories try further to sink themselves into the abyss of British politics - firstly with the Wragg story, the train wreck then continues this week as saboteur Sunak announces an end to 'Sick Note Britain' while Cabinet Secretary, Simon Case has taken four months off of work and too ill to give evidence to the Covid Inquiry with no hint of him providing a sick note to his bosses. Oh wait, though, he IS the boss of the civil

service! So, presumably, no sick note required. Good, I'm pleased to have cleared that up. Meanwhile. for everyone who presumably doesn't have the benefit of private healthcare that's paid for by us mugs on far lesser incomes out of our taxes; and other perks that go with his job, it seems that GP's will no longer be qualified to assess our health, and instead that role will be farmed out to people in the private sector who, without the experience of eight years training to become a family doctor will be able to decide as how sick someone is, and whether they require a sick note. So, in theory, at least, an assessor could be driving an ice cream van one week. The next be a healthcare advisor working for a company that someone runs who just happens to be an acquaintance of a senior government official, who, by sheer coincidence, bumped into one another at the Garrick Club at precisely the right time to agree on and close the deal.

Now, leaving aside the fact that being a company out to make a profit; yet again off the backs of us taxpaying idiots, and it being completely unanswerable to anyone other than itself and freedom of information doesn't apply to anyone other than its shareholders, I think I'd be inclined to apply for a position as an advisor myself to test the theory that the provider will hire anyone it can as long as they're prepared to work for basic minimum wage while making huge profits. I can visualise my interview now.

Interviewer: So, what was your previous employment then?

Me: I was in the Army.

Interviewer: Excellent. So what was your role?

Me: I was a sniper.

Interviewer: So, what experience do you feel you can bring to the role of advisor?

Me: Well, I can kill people.

Interviewer: Fantastic! How soon can you start?

Far be it from me to make the suggestion those most in need of mental health services could be tipped over the edge by what will be an AI-driven set of boxes to tick in place of a mental health professional that, in reality, could be a cost-effective way of reducing the healthcare budget. Although desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Never say never was the lesson I learned from my skirmish with politics.

Still, while it's all very well assuming a possibility that Sunak is Guy Fawkes reincarnated and his plot is to blow up the Tory party, Labour should be even more optimistic when it comes to winning the next election.

Don’t forget now, that these blog posts are an extension of my thoughts and feelings regarding government, capitalism, and ultimately power in my book ‘The Sexual Philanthropist’ published on Amazon/Kindle for the bargain price of well under a million quid! My Amazon Book