Sunak, Swift, and a Naughty School Teacher.

"The x, y, and z's have been totally screwed every which way, and in every sense by their millennial elders."

Some things are simply impossible. Like a dog hiding from a Korean street food vendor. Or me, resisting all temptations to comment on an endless wave of news items that come my way on what feels like an hourly basis. How do these people get my details?

Anyway, what a few days this has been. With Sunak and Murty rising up the Sunday Times rich list as their wealth reaches an eyewatering amount in the sum of only £651m I find myself conflicted. As much as I intensely dislike anyone having excessive wealth unless it's used solely for philanthropic purposes, I also think well, good luck to them, because I'm not what they used to call back in the hippie days a 'breadhead'.

If this was the USA, Sunak and wife would be the archetype 'American Dream' couple, whereas here wealth is berated. Unlike Americans, we don't give pats on the back for success. Instead, we have a tendency to lean towards the politics of envy, and while we all seem happy enough to celebrate winners of television talent show contests, woe betide anyone who would so much as dare to reach Taylor Swift's level of success. The endless bile, begging letters, envy, jealousy and hatred would pour out into a sea of emotion faster than a broken sewage system in South Devon.

Personally speaking, I have nothing against Sunak, other than the fact I find him an incompetent Prime Minister who would perhaps be more suited to running a Sainsbury Local, or branch of Boots the Chemist. Yet, a fair proportion of the British public seems more occupied with matters concerning his wealth, or conflating his wealth while being in the position of a Tory Prime Minister.

Although it's never going to happen, I wonder if the same would apply if say, James Dyson, Richard Branson, or Jim Ratcliffe were elected to Number 10? Because fundamentally, I suggest, Brits simply have an inbred hatred for anyone with money they don’t have themselves.

There will always be that great divide between the haves and the have-nots in this world. As disproportionate as it may be that's how the world rolls as long as capitalism rules, and, like it, or not, it's capitalism that provides employment among other things and keeps everything functioning as good, or as bad. So, we should all count our blessings, suck it up and make the best of what we have, because no matter how crap we believe our own lives are there will always be others worse off somewhere else.

Equally, no matter how crap we believe our own lives to be the magic wand of a political party being there as a panacea to all our problems is just rainbow chasing. Here, in parts of Bristol, if you pinned a red rosette to a chimpanzee people would vote Labour simply because that's what they've always done - as did their parents, great-grandparents, and so on, like the political equivalent of Pavlov's dog. Now, I single out Labour in this instance purely because for some reason even Einstein wouldn't be able to figure out why Bristol has managed to accrue a large Labour following, and, of course, this may be the same for majority Tory areas in other parts of the country where a blue rosette could be pinned to an ass.

It seems people are now slowly waking up to the massive scam this two-party malarky really is as we've been led by our sleepwalking little selves into believing the illusion that's finally, full-on revealed itself. You know, the one where the Tory-led government runs down the economy in full knowledge Labour will win the next General Election and have to increase taxes for one and all. In doing so, the Tories then go all out to tell us what a complete failure Labour has been and how the country would be a lot better off by voting the Tories back into power - and the game begins all over again because ultimately that's all there is.

Who, or what else is there to vote for other than the odd flying pig that wouldn't get a Muslim vote in a million years, let alone make it to the ballot box? The Greens wouldn't make it as far as a fruit and veg stall without being chucked as not fit for purpose, and them DemLibs, well, don't we all have ambitions that'll never be fulfilled? I know I do, such as being elected as an MP - but, I'll still throw my hat into the ring anyway because I can and have a voice. Even though most people won't like it because I'm not backwards in coming forward and don't give a flying fuck about all the niceties and comfortable lies you read elsewhere. As odd as this may seem coming from a Prospective Parliamentary candidate, schmoozing you, I am not.

Now, being as straightforward as I am I can tell you that when I successfully had my way with a female school teacher there were no do-gooders, jobsworth social workers, child destruction officers, and Uncle Tom Cobley around to suddenly whisk me away into some form of safeguarding environment. Why? Well, apart from the fact no one in authority actually gave a shit if they got wind of it, and largely because my elevated status for doing so was taken as a rite of passage from boyhood to manhood among the lads who knew because it was every schoolboy's dream to get with an experienced woman to learn the ropes, as it were.

So much better if it was a teacher. And, being even more honest, after that, every partner I had was what nowadays would be called a 'cougar' - I just couldn't get enough of much older women! I was like a groupie in a season of rock concerts.

In those glory days just about everyone under age was well at it, and no one really gave a stuff in the mixed school I attended. Although I have to concede to the fact that as soon as I moved up to a comprehensive school run by Jesuit priests their own predilctions for young boys became abundantly clear in no time at all - especially when it came to metering out punishment. Oooh, those bare young bottoms! Anyway, the rest is in my book if you really want to read further. Though, take it from me, my escapes were as many as they were creative and successful.

Aside from this, we were at an age where both boys and girls got up to all kinds of mischief with each other and enjoyed every minute of it. Safeguarding in those days was wearing a 'Johnny', and that was it. Mind you, these were also the days when we were out and about getting cut, grazed and bruised playing street games and pretending to scrap with one another because there was no bloody internet. Of course, youths went to youth clubs and hung around in peaceful gangs, impressing the girls who were up for whatever excitement was on offer. Adolescence to adulthood was, as I said before, a rite of passage similar to a Bahmitza, but for seculars and those of religious persuasion who didn't give a shit. Life was for living and a phase we all went through before entering the real adult world and getting jobs.

Back in the day if a female teacher, such as Rebecca Joynes would have got herself laid by a fifteen and sixteen-year-old boy they'd have taken it as a lifetime of Christmases arriving all at once. Equally, there was many a father who treated their son to a sixteenth birthday present of a visit to one of the local parlours followed by a pint or two down the pub by way of a 'Welcome to manhood'. Sixteen was regarded as a legally acceptable age for clear and obvious reasons. Any younger though would be a definite no-no for equally clear and obvious reasons, and that was the deal, simple as. Putting it bluntly, I joined the army as a junior at sixteen and could fire guns, so compared to that getting laid by a female teacher was far more desirable - even if I was only firing blanks at that time.

While having relatively nothing we had everything in many different ways and boys grew up to be men. Nowadays they have everything and want for nothing because for the most part, it's provided, or easily resourced - arguably, perhaps, by some as being too easy. Boys have become cosseted and cushioned, protected even, and from it a generation of little boys dressed in men's clothing. A mummy's boy generation of emotional incontinence defined by x, y, and z's who shirk what could be described as 'manly' things, such as firing guns, and instead of fighting for their country would be grasping for the apron strings as a generation ruined.

I didn't get around to mentioning the following in my book 'The Sexual Philanthropist' at the time of writing because it had no relevance. However, as someone who used to be on various adult websites from a professional perspective and now simply use them as platforms on which to advertise and promote the sale of my book, I stagger to believe the ever-increasing number of younger guys from late teens to mid-twenties in the main who openly seek older mummy types and Dommes. Whereas not that far back it was largely women seeking men and older men seeking younger women. How those tables have turned! Then we wonder why the number of service personnel has fallen far short of the numbers required if this, as just one example, is how the x, y, and z's have been totally screwed every which way, and in every sense by their millennial elders and reduced to little more than emotionally incontinent shells, both male and female.