What Does It Take To get Through To The Loonies In Charge?
Something like this in the forgotten land of Afghanistan is now rarely commented on. No blithering rubbish spouted by Vague Hague or his boss bravely pretending to relish his "staycation" to milk PR value. No doubt planning his real holidays on some exotic private Island or mate's boat.
How poor our political characters' intellects are these days. Chubby, above, seems oblivious to the world around him. So happy to let the Mandarin classes rule the roost while he fattens his corpulence and preens his perceived status as a World leader.
It no longer appears to matter whatever awfulness comes our way. The Boy and the rest of them blithely play their games and enjoy their lot, at our expense, whilst the consequences of their impotent games get ever more deadly. What is to be done? Elections no longer count for anything more than a shuffling of chairs and rearranging of titles. Just as in the USA, nowadays.
We have a system run by the unelected and shadowy Commission in Brussels. Our Parliament is little more than a theatre where the audience is made up of the cast and their friends, for the mutual, Bercow like, smirking and strutting so beloved of tiny minds and challenged statures. This cosy, ineffectual and so expensive, club is rotten to the core. If only the euro would hasten its demise and this dreadful edifice that is the EUSSR be dismantled, maybe then we could begin to recover so much that worked well when real people and their vote counted for something.