A reason not to be proud is this blog from last year, laying out many of the stark realities of the "real politic" we are never privy to. I really did not realise as I set off blogging that I would end up loathing the whole damned lot of them. It does seem that as our Capitalist society lurches from one crisis and war to another the quality of leadership gets ever worse. I never tired of criticising, as a tax payer, that monocular joker, Snotty, as he laid waste my pension and minced around Macbeth's stage because I believed, naively, his downfall might herald an improvement in our Nation's lot. On this very St. George's day, in brilliant sunshine and a happy Easter climate, together with a wedding coming up to enjoy moaning about our Pseudo might look out of place.
Well, given he's lumbered us with another endless conflict, our troops are still dying in that forgotten war in Afghanistan and Iraq is nowhere near solved, it's hard not to moan about the boy's inadequate performance. Nor must we forget that other botched surgical procedure of, " long disappeared into Quadaffi's tent Tone", Northern Ireland.
Mind you if we glimpse at the linked blog, the reality is it's all going swimmingly well aka the Maxim Gun syndrome, remember? . Lots of war and arm both sides. What's not to like?
I do not wish our Prime Minister a happy Easter or Saint George's Day.