There Will Be No Moving On Until Shameless Johnson Has Gone
In fact, screw the bloody apology, I am “humbled”, and I take “full responsibility”, okay?
If it’s good enough for the fucking ghastly human butt plug Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, it’s certainly good enough for me, you, or anyone else that manages to get through their day without shaming an entire population merely by their existence alone.
Where on earth do I start after the week we’ve just witnessed? Usually the best place to start is at the beginning, right?
It’s June 19th, 1964, the deceased Tory Cilla Black was at number one in the charts with ‘You’re My World. Way before my time I’ll have you know.
The US Civil Rights Act finally passed in the Senate after a record 83 day filibuster. Beat that, Philip Davis MP.
Manfred Mann recorded the hit song ‘Do Wah Diddy Diddy Dum Diddy Do’ (YouTube it, younger readers).
And Boris Johnson was born in New York City, somewhere in the bowel of Satan.
‘Bloody elitist foreigners, coming over here, dabbling in drugs, arranging a kicking for a journalist, inciting racial hatred, breaking the very laws they foisted upon the rest of us’.
I’ve never mentioned this before, but a good friend of mine knew the Johnson family well, they mixed in the same social circles.
“Alex” (that’s Boris Johnson to you and I) always believed it was his destiny to be your Prime Minister. You would think 5 decades of preparation for the top job might give him an advantage, but his pomposity, his dishonesty, his arrogance, and his refusal to take genuine responsibility for his actions have been a constant throughout his life.
Johnson is the twentieth Prime Minister to come through the ranks of Eton College, undoubtedly strengthening the argument for the abolition of private schools altogether.
And here’s the problem. People like Johnson surround themselves with circle-jerking arsekissers from an early age. He will tell them what they want to hear, and in return they afford Johnson some sort of demagogue status.
And that leads us to the door of 10 Downing Street, an address that had received more fixed penalty notices for breaches of Covid regulations than any other in Britain.
When Johnson said “let’s take back control of our laws”, during the 2016 EU Referendum campaign, whoever thought he meant he would literally take a law, break it, claim full responsibility for it, and walk away completely unpunished?
That’s where we are my friends. They’re laughing at us harder than ever before.
We had fighting, vomiting, cleaning and security staff being abused - then the cleaners, paid just £9.08 an hour, were sent in to clean up the mess left behind by the self-entitled high brow hooligans.
At one point there were so many parties on the go they actually ended up merging into one giant party.
You’ve read and heard it all already.
You are aware of the absolute contempt you are held in by Boris Johnson and his masturbatory prefects, right?
“Big dog” Johnson and his cabal genuinely believe the laws - which THEY create - only apply to the us, the little people.
Imagine this for a moment please.
You have just walked into Tesco Express and you spot a big leg of lamb looking lonely on the fridge shelf. So you pick up the lump of meat, put it in your rucksack, and walk out of Tesco with a smug grin on your face.
The security guard catches up with you in the street, but rather than sprinting away, you tell the security guard that you accept “full responsibility” for the theft of the meat.
The security guard acknowledges you accept “full responsibility”, and off you wander with your hefty leg of lamb, while the security guard heads back to the shop, because mums with pushchairs and people wearing baseball caps need studiously following.
Johnson’s Ministerial fuckwits would still defend Johnson if he tipped the billionaire jewel hoarder out of her throne and sold her corgis on Facebook for the price of a tin of Rishi Sunak’s finest whitewash from the Sue Gray range.
Remember these names.
Nadhim Zahawi, Ben Wallace, Nadine Dorries, Grant Shapps, Priti Patel, George Eustace, Dominic Raab, Sajid Javid, The Daily Mail, The S*n, The Daily Express, Christ, I could go on for ages here.
But remember them because they are the ones that had the fucking audacity to defend Boris Johnson, the criminal and disgraced Prime Minister, who has heaped unlimited shame not just upon the privileged office of Prime Minister, but across our 4 divided nations.
Johnson would be nothing without his enablers, and they must be held responsible for their actions, at the ballot box, at organised protests, across social media platforms, on picket lines, you need to fill every single space with YOUR politics.
As for his media enablers, don’t buy their tabloids, don’t share their news articles, don’t give them clicks, lobby their advertisers, challenge their pro-establishment bullshit with every fibre of your being.
I’m genuinely staggered to hear Rachel Reeves give credit to herself and Keir Starmer for the introduction of a windfall tax, or a “targeted profit levy”.
Had these malignant ridiculous imbeciles not set about sabotaging Labour’s 2019 election hopes we would be in our third year of a windfall tax by now.
Then there was the free prescriptions for all, free broadband for all, a National Education Service for all, a fully funded NHS, mail, rail and utilities returning to public ownership, saving all of us a bloody small fortune.
But the Labour Party of today - a lobbyists wet dream - preferred a Boris Johnson government to a Jeremy Corbyn. Look where we are now. Can you see why I detest the red Tories? They put us here.
It’s like “let’s take a look at what you could’ve won”, so many progressive and achievable visions that would genuinely benefit the many, and now you find *this* Labour Party won’t even cough up your BFH (bus fare home).
I’m sure I’m not the only person that thinks the political class haven’t got a single fucking clue what it is like to have nothing. How can they? It’s impossible to grasp unless you have been there, and Johnson, Sunak, Starmer and 99.9% of the Westminster stiffs simply haven’t been there.
Sunak’s bribe, which was considerably more generous than anything Labour had to offer, will undoubtedly please some people. It’s better than what most people were expecting, but it could’ve gone so much further.
How many people really don’t need that £400 off their utility bills? If this was genuinely “targeted help” I don’t think excluding two person households earning north of £80,000 a year would be particularly unreasonable, do you?
Then maybe that would get everyone else who isn’t minted at least £500 reduced from their bill instead of £400?
Bloody socialists, we’re a nightmare, thinking of others.
Talking of nightmares, if any of you ask me how I will be celebrating the Platinum Jubilee thing I will block you.
I’ll give you FOUR very simple reasons why.
There’s a criminal holed up in Downing Street. How do you expect me to celebrate this pitiful embarrassing festival of Britishness when the morally bankrupt bloke in charge is seemingly above the laws of the land?
The monarchy is a bizarre pantomime, nobody voted for any of them, and when the Queen’s reign comes to an end the people must be asked if they still want a monarchy, because I certainly don’t. Why should a single penny of your money go towards the ongoing maintenance of a multi-billionaire and her family? Pizza with Andrew the danger anyone?
Walking past the statue of Winston Churchill doesn’t make my ovaries swell, and there’s more of a chance of me covering my house in the red, white and black of the anti-fascists than the red, white and blue of the fascists.
I can think of quite a few better things to spend £1.3 billion on. Pomp and pageantry doesn’t work in a time where we are regularly told by Tory MPs how we must live within our means, when they and their Queen also live within OUR means. Fucking cheek of these people.
The Union flag on a stick I used to wave as a child looks very different to the blood-stained Union flag I see today as an adult.
But not everyone goes through that realisation, and indeed, a cyst on the perineum of humanity such as Johnson tends to skip past the bad bits so he can use the flag to appeal to the uneducated masses.
Johnson, his cabinet, and his media are telling you that it’s time to “move on” from the scandalous criminal behaviour of the Prime Minister and his staff.
This is a Prime Minister quite literally marking his own homework. He has just weakened the rules on standards in government so that ministers found guilty of breaching the ministerial code will no longer be expected to resign.
Johnson, himself facing an investigation into whether he misled parliament, has issued an updated version of the code and removed sections warning ministers not to bully staff or have conflicts of interest.
Boris Johnson is at war with decency itself, and I won’t be moving on until Boris Johnson is gone, and by Christ, I know I am not alone.
Until next time,
Rachael of Swindon
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