Lord of the Flies

About time this manic 'Lord of the Flies' episode came to a bitterly sweet final chapter, though it is still not over.

The drug fuelled, sex crazed cast of unruly lost boys have at last over thrown their leader. Make no mistake, this is not a unified display of Tory MPs suddenly coming to their senses, they are not miraculously over come by any sort of honour or integrity. Surely if that were the case Boris would be long gone. The reality is that just a few weeks after BoJo won a vote of no-confidence, the same self serving charlatans who kept him in started asking for him to go, for the sake of saving their own skins, avoiding a snap election, preserving Thatcherite privatisation and protecting the party's gradual movement towards fascism, which can only be achieved in full by keeping themselves, the Conservative Party, in power. (Clearly they would hate to leave a job half done).

I didn't sleep well last night, it was all kicking off yesterday and keeping up with who had resigned when was near on impossible, I was having distributing visions of Boris single handily limping on. Leading the UK to a never before seen constitutional perplexity. A supposedly 'democratic' nation run down to the ground by an unassisted, unrelenting, lonesome sociopath, deserted by his own but refusing to give in, in spite of the record breaking number of resignations in a 24 hour period. Yet, with his party considering rewriting the rules (how extraordinary) the writing was indeed on the wall. "When the herd moves, it moves", and the humble man has been forced, reluctantly, to step aside.

In an anything but graceful exit, Boris has announced today he will resign but will remain Prime Minister until Autumn time. Well... we'll see about that! Many are not happy with that prospect, wanting him gone now.

So it begins...

Who now, could possibly step up to the plate? As many struggle to put anything on their plate at all.

Who will fill the shoes of this extraordinarily shit Prime Minister? As many can't even afford shoes for their kids.

Who will get in the driving seat? When many can't afford to fill their car.

Who will level up? As many are falling down on hard times.

Who will save our NHS? Which is vanishing slowly, before our very eyes.

Who now, could possibly make things worse? Another Tory toff, that's for sure.

Sunak and Javid put this into motion, we should all be very scared of what's to come. The candidates lining themselves up offer no hope for this country, no hope to the working class. We are all still fucked, suffice to say.

That vision in my head keeping me awake at night is morphing into the worse case scenario, something twisted and sinister. Everyone will be either poor or dead by the time this party are though. Then, and only then, will they have finally achieved what they set out to do. A bleak future of the top 1% dining on human organs after the 99% have to sell them.

Perhaps then they might think:

'Maybe,... maybe there is a beast....maybe it's only us."

Leaving behind them the legacy of Tory Britain. What a fantastical spectacle to behold. Caretaker Prime Minister or not, the Tories are the problem, heaven help us as we fear to dream for anything better.

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