The grub street hacks have gone into a predictable bate about Bojo’s new escape plan – or what there is of it – and the whole issue descends into yet another cat fight that doesn’t look at all pretty to the watching masses.
But I can’t help thinking all this political chaos is on our own heads. In peace time we allow our leaders to behave badly and just shrug our shoulders and say ‘noblese doesn’t bloody oblige’ and accept they behave like children when teacher is out of the room.
Even when they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar, we let them enforce their own rules so that everything is drowned in a sea of endless paperwork and unfathomable delay until the worst offenders are given a slap on the wrist and told to go and put their snouts in some other trough.
And all we do is read the gory details, let our blood boil for a while, compose some pithy comment for the twiterati if we are so inclined, and get on with our day. Leaving the clowns in charge of the circus and our fate in their hands!
What we need is a whole new order of chosen men and women and some sensible rules for them to govern with. What we get is public inertia with no known cure. And I suspect until we do something about our incompetent leaders – or at least the loaded system they operate under – then a cure for our current problems, especially the bat-flu, may never be found.
Bulk and The Devil 