The Choice Between Overdosing And Slashing Wrists. Metaphorically Speaking.
Welcome to the two horse race, otherwise called the 'General Election'.
Well, the race is finally over. Isn’t it? Perhaps for this leg of the journey, at least. However, we’re still all passengers in a spectacular car crash yet to come. When you’re given the choice between Tweedle Dumb, and Tweedle Dumber to vote for, it’s a tough decision, right? One full of hope, and the other, well, hopeless.
However, you know too well we Brits are full of optimism, aren’t we? Full of Monty Pythonism, and always looking on the bright side of life? The Iraqui’s could be raining bombs on us and we’ll still be heading to the pub for a pint -albeit possibly the last one we’ll get to enjoy. Or, would we?
Perhaps, not all. It would seem that the younger generation don’t really need a medical condition to crap themselves any more - it’s just part of life and the way they’ve been brought up. You know, to be scared and possibly even traumatised by just about anything nowadays. We live in an age where so much as a broken fingernail would have more than a fair few running off to A&E for ‘emergency’ treatment, and three months in therapy thereafter to not even fully recover from.
Robustness and resilience have been replaced in our language by ‘emergency’, ‘trauma, ‘disaster’, and ‘justice’, for example, most of which applied to anything that represents ‘climate’. However, all may still be used generically, let’s not forget, because they’re all things to all people nowadays, and it’s more a case of sod the dictionary definition, plus, who needs one anyway, or a thesaurus for that matter? What do dictionaries know? Well, I can think of two words almost immediately that encapsulate ‘emergency’, ‘trauma’, disaster’, ‘justice’, and more. and the second one of which is, “off”! - and requires no dictionary, or thesaurus definition to understand whatsoever.
I get so tired of those with short-circuited brains who worry about the futures of their grandchildren when it comes to this ‘bedwetting, climate hysteria’. You’ll be ‘DEAD’ you numpty! What exactly do you think you’re going to do, rise from the dead like Jesus and start complaining? It won’t be your problem. Look up the word ‘dead’ for the definition, if you don’t believe me. And, while you’re at it, also look up the word ‘evolution’ and learn that all life on this planet, yes ALL life, has a defined span, even if humanity does manage to shorten this through its own incompetence, greed, and selfishness. Crack on then, idiots. Just stop whinging, and whining now it’s too late, and live with it - as tough as that may be.
Anyway, all that said, along comes Nigel Farage, and what do you know, after years of trying to get himself elected as an MP, he finally does it? Now, I may not be his greatest supporter, or agree with everything he spouts. However, now that he has been elected to Parliament I predict that he will become the ‘unofficial’ opposition in terms of holding our lovely, all-new, sparkling, and possibly delusional Labour politicians to account. Let’s face it, Starmer versus Sunak were both as ineffective as any politicians could be on opposite sides of the political fence as leaders.
Starmer, with all due respect, is basically an office manager with a degree in law. Fair play to him, he has, in his time as Labour leader turned the party around completely, as any competent manager would within an organisation of that size. The bigger question is, is he capable of doing the same for our Country? Like with all new leaders his enthusiasm is clearly evident, and, who doesn’t want a better Britain? It’s simply a matter of him, more than likely, not fully realising the size of the minefield he is stepping into what’s been left behind by the Tories in their wake.
Quite honestly, this election has been a shit show due entirely to Sunak’s enthusiastic incompetence, and Truss before him. Arguably, Johnson too, although now is not the time to get deeper into this as I have a life other than writing blog posts. Suffice it to say, that to capture the hearts and minds of the voting population, Starmer and his cohorts would have had to throw the kitchen sink, all the available appliances, and other kitchen aids at his campaign in order to win the election in terms of Labour’s plans for the future as the new government. And again, fair play to him, it paid off, and he won the election.
How much will, in reality, be achievable we have yet to see, and If I was a betting man I would put money on Labour having to ditch a fair percentage of their good intentions as it’s too much by way of expectation in only five years of running the Country as we look ahead. While all of Labour’s manifesto policies may look great on paper, to bring them into being by a man with little, if any, charisma at all in front of the media is not going to be an easy sell, and the one person who will hold him fully to account won’t be whoever is elected next as Conservative leader, it will be Nigel Farage instead.
Now, while a huge sway of people may not like Farage, the one thing he is brilliant at is his almost Presidential style of leadership and ability to attract media attention like no other politician out there, except perhaps, for dear old Boris, who presented himself in an entirely different way than Farage and was anything but Presidential. Also, in Farage’s favour, as opposed to Starmer, he does not give in to the populist emotional incontinence of the Millennial, Gen X, Y, and Z generations. The screaming ‘Me-Me’s’ where everything is all about them, and their largely ego-driven selves.
In a way, I guess, with Farage it almost feels like we are almost reverting to the post-World War Two times when there was no such division in the Country. A time when everyone had to work together to get us back on our feet, united, as one, without all manner of splintered groups that only serve to nourish the ego like we have nowadays, and nothing else. This takes a no-nonsense, common-sense approach only a strong-minded, emotionally strong, and confident balanced personality can do who doesn’t pay heed to emotionally incontinent, screaming Me-Me’s in their ear all the time.
Is it really so-called left-wing to want a Country in chaos, such as we are right now back to some semblance of order, at least? To recognise potential threats to our nation such as those posed by an increasing influx of undocumented migrants?
We seem to live in a time where we are too open to, and trusting of foreigners who could be our enemies, and it’s not just those of the Islamic nations either. Look at Russia, China, and Korea, to name only three that spring to mind immediately. I’m sure people forget that we’re an island, and not co-joined by borders, as are our European friends over the Channel, and beyond. Being surrounded by water won’t cut the mustard when missiles start flying, and to even begin to look at all the nations of the world being like good neighbours should, and all is cosy and lovely with one another is, quite frankly entirely delusional far more than being the ideal some would like it to be.
Yet, here we are, a nation of Millennial progeny who are so frightened of getting so much as a bruise that they are totally averse to joining our armed services. As I said back towards the beginning, Full of Monty Pythonism, and always looking on the bright side of life?
Maybe Farage is exactly what this Country needs, after all.
