WAKE UP ENGLAND

Yesterday I posted about the state of our supermarkets and my belief that they’re coming after our food supply. After reading the comments, alongside recent government comments, I’m increasingly convinced we’re approaching the edge of life—and civilisation—as we know it. Before anyone demands my sources: this is my theory, based on what I see happening to this country. I haven’t nicked a folder marked “SECRET PLAN” from Downing Street. With their security, someone’s probably left it on a fucking train anyway. My suspicion is that this is a plain, old-fashioned power grab, decades in the making. Our Fabian government might dress it up in reassuring language, but a velvet glove doesn’t make the hand in your pocket any less intrusive. I think this country has been pushed towards inevitable bankruptcy, and we’re expected to applaud while they reverse it towards the cliff. Covid. My darkest suspicion is that it was either a failed attempt at reducing the population or a successful test of how far a frightened public could be manipulated into doing what government wanted. I can’t establish either as fact. But I’m not going to pretend those questions haven’t crossed my mind. Either way, billions spunked. Then the war. What I see as a phoney war: backing a country I regard as deeply corrupt, supported by an EU and a British government I don’t trust, while the possibility of a global confrontation with Russia gets closer. Out comes Russia again, wheeled on as the enemy. At this rate they’ll give the bloody thing its own dressing room. And again: billions spunked from the country’s coffers. Then illegal immigration. What I see is an uncontrolled influx, including large numbers of men of fighting age, with government incompetence acting like an invitation and the nation expected to pick up the bill. Apparently securing a border is impossibly complicated, but finding the British taxpayer to invoice is a fucking exact science. Again: billions spunked. Now we’re being told to prepare for disruption and stockpile essentials. My fear is that the country is running out of money, and when supermarket shelves are bare and the power goes off, Russia will be rolled out again for a frightened, nudged public to blame. No food? Russia. No electricity? Russia. Decades of political decisions finally coming home to roost? Don’t be ridiculous, it’s Russia. Apparently the Kremlin will be personally responsible for the last missing tin of fucking spaghetti hoops. As for Starmer and Andy: Starmer was a twat, in my view, and my objection to an unelected Andy being wheeled in is precisely the lack of a proper electoral say—even for Labour members. My concern is that Andy has the brass neck Starmer never did, and wouldn’t give a fuck about the damage as long as he remained in power. They condemn Putin as a dictator. Yes, he is. But my fear is that our own government could become even more dangerous through the power it accumulates while insisting everything is being done for our benefit. I haven’t bought into the scaremongering. But I can already picture another bog-roll stampede: people swallowing every announcement and wrestling a pensioner for twelve rolls of Andrex as though the future of civilisation depends on a quilted arse. I don’t see a way out unless we stand together, question what we’re being told and demand answers. You can disagree with my theory. But I’m not going to pretend I’m reassured by what I’m watching. Because from where I’m standing, this country is being driven into the fucking ground—and the people at the wheel keep asking us for petrol money.