The morning after the night before

Subject: The morning after the night before.

Well that's me out. The Tories are set to smash Labour by a bigger margin than in the 1980s. It's a disaster for the country but given the stupidity of the average voter they deserve to see the NHS privatised, the BBC privatised, any sense of care in the community privatised, the bankers and their ilk set to stratosphise the gap between them and us. 
We will join the United States as a client state fitting in with their idea of the social aspects of how to treat its citizens.
Ideals out of the window as the lier extraordinaire takes his seat knowing that the public are so gullible he can tell them anything and they will lap it up.
It's a sad sad day for the country
When I talk to the ordinary man in the street and see his newspaper consumption of the tirade against Corbyn ever since he came into power the reality of a shrinking social state, the school sizes, the austerity and the withdrawal of central government  funds to the municipalities and town councils which saw an erosion in wages and services, when the people of Warrington and Halifax, Bishop Auckland and Trafford wake up from their slumber and the true face of rightwing conservatism shows it's true unadulterated face, then the bruised relationship they have experienced for the last 10 years will be as if they had been caressed, not kicked in the head. 
The man and woman in the street have not seen anything yet but they deserve every ill and every exploitative action soon to come their way. Boris will waste no time in pulling us out on WTO rules but perhaps he hasn't noticed his pal Donald has just castrated the WTO by withdrawing two of the judicial representatives, in effect closing WTO down. Just another small detail hidden from us as the confidence tricksters imposed this idea of a backstop if we walked away from Europe. It's becoming a jungle out there and in any jungle the weak and vulnerable will get eaten first. Just the guys and dolls who were magnetised by the hype of Boris and so ably abetted by the Express, the Mail, the Sun, and the Telegraph.
As a person of advancing years will I ever see a compassionate 'people' orientated party leading the country. Will I witness many of the things which in my lifetime have made me proud to be British. 
The people have voted.  My own opinion for what it's worth is that they didn't vote rationally but voted for a slogan, 'Brexit let's get it done' or that equally stupid slogan 'Brexit oven ready'. When people vote for slogans rather than looking under the cover of what those slogans mean then we have become a country of pigmies, hollowed out by an educational system fit more for the jungles of New Guinea than a 21st century modern society.
How will I survive watching 5 years of Boris Johnson waffle and pontificate at the dispatch box as he sells off the silver like some African despot. As the divide between the rich and the poor widen and the food banks swell to compete with Tesco, as the down and out are swept off the streets using a version of the water cannon he bought for London in an effort to cleanse our streets, as the school class sizes in the newly won conservative seats of Warrington and Halifax swell to 40 maybe 50 per class and the teacher becomes a conciliator not a teacher, as pricing and charging begin to creep in to the NHS to cover the increase in cost of drugs and services as the American pharmaceuticals make inroads into our unique free at the point of need service.
I wonder if the poorly shod, poorly housed, poorly fed unemployed man and woman who, across a swathe of the country put on the blue rosette for a bit of a laugh because they couldn't vote for a socialist could they.
Of course it could be considered sour grapes on my part but if it's only the grapes which sour then I apologise for my rant. But if the Etonians clap and cheer relived that they hold on to their charitable status and that their man is now firmly at the helm, that the top 1% are released of not being asked to be relieved of more of their boodle in the form of higher taxes, the privatised train operators can continue fleecing the pockets of the commuter now the threat of nationalisation has been removed. The very people who are the antithesis of Warrington man, (the men and women who focused on 'Brexit, oven ready' rather than their own perilous economic state), will be chuckling behind their Financial Times this morning as they plan the next 5 year bonanza.

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