If for some reason you'd planned to watch the Chancellors debate tonight instead of say, sticking forks in your eyes or rubbing honey on your face - I can sum up the proceedings for you now and save you the trouble. This picture from the Telegraph website is essentially all you're likely to hear..
** I missed this debate as I was out losing monies at poker, but I'm just now watching some of it on the inter-toobs. It's funny really how much nonsense each of them are able to sort of verbally carpet bomb the viewers with.
Of the three of them it's Vince Cable who is the most likely to be the next Chancellor, despite his party not having a chance in hell of winning the election. This makes this whole evening's discussions completely rhetorical.
None of them dare to spell out in plain English in big fat letters how fucked we are. Alistair Darling certainly can't as his party is responsible for the state the nations arse is in. George Osborne can't because his party would then have to set out a plan for dealing with it, which would involve conceding that the country will be feasting on bread and water for the next twenty years and they'll never admit this to the proles as it'll destroy their chances of winning the next election.
Vince Cable ought to have been the only one of the three who can speak ze truth, but no. Because of this very likely event of a hung Parliament, he also cannot tell ze truth as he doesn't want to have to make promises he won't be able to keep when he's in the big chair.
So this leaves the British meeja. Why have they not set the alarm bells ringing? We should all be rioting in the streets given the state of the country's finances, but no. Not a squeak from them. This is because they're all invested in Cameron and need him to win.
The only place you will hear the truth, is here people. Blogs. Not always my blog as I speak often too much about sandwiches, but the blogs of the people who foolishly still care about the state of the nation and haven't yet figured out as I have that the Gods will have their way with us and there's very little we can do about it.
We are in many ways like a wee leaf, fallen into the rapids of a great river and our fate left to the currents of the waters indeed oh yes. Caves are the future. Caves.
Of the three of them it's Vince Cable who is the most likely to be the next Chancellor, despite his party not having a chance in hell of winning the election. This makes this whole evening's discussions completely rhetorical.
None of them dare to spell out in plain English in big fat letters how fucked we are. Alistair Darling certainly can't as his party is responsible for the state the nations arse is in. George Osborne can't because his party would then have to set out a plan for dealing with it, which would involve conceding that the country will be feasting on bread and water for the next twenty years and they'll never admit this to the proles as it'll destroy their chances of winning the next election.
Vince Cable ought to have been the only one of the three who can speak ze truth, but no. Because of this very likely event of a hung Parliament, he also cannot tell ze truth as he doesn't want to have to make promises he won't be able to keep when he's in the big chair.
So this leaves the British meeja. Why have they not set the alarm bells ringing? We should all be rioting in the streets given the state of the country's finances, but no. Not a squeak from them. This is because they're all invested in Cameron and need him to win.
The only place you will hear the truth, is here people. Blogs. Not always my blog as I speak often too much about sandwiches, but the blogs of the people who foolishly still care about the state of the nation and haven't yet figured out as I have that the Gods will have their way with us and there's very little we can do about it.
We are in many ways like a wee leaf, fallen into the rapids of a great river and our fate left to the currents of the waters indeed oh yes. Caves are the future. Caves.
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