Dear Sir,
I can’t resist, I know I should, but the opportunity to poke back at our resident ‘Experts in politics’, committee is too tempting;
After we voted to leave Europe, I was prepared to believe anything could happen, maybe Donald Trump would become President!
My first words were to the missus, and with the expletives removed were along the lines of “Well that’s the price of shopping doubled”, and within two months Tesco were seeing £20:00 more in our weekly spend; There’s an assumption that should there be a general election, that Corbyn would be elected, well, after Donald, I think there might just be enough fools out on voting day, to put the cake eating blond into place, after all, he’s not so much sloppier than JC, one can’t shave, the other needs his mum to tuck in his shirt tail, both talk utter nonsense!
So! You wanted all those jobs back, the ones where you have to work long hard unsociable hours? I don’t think so, most people seem to struggle with more than 16 hours a week; The leave vote will suit those people who work the stock market and deal in currency fluctuations, people like Nigel Farage, the so called working class will get poorer year on year for the next decade; I don’t gamble, but now that the masses can see clearly what is waiting over the horizon, I’m prepared to take a chance on the leave vote being buried, should there be a ‘Losers vote’, yes Europe was costing us a lot, but membership of exclusive clubs surely does?
Yes! The lunatics are running the asylum, what’s different, only Maggie, and she was six centuries late with her style; Grinning boy Heath, Scilly Wilson, Major John, war Tony, and the nice boys David and George who got us into this mess by putting to referendum a decision which should have been made by the ‘Elected’, government, all of them, lunatics hiding in plain sight (Phil Wilson won’t come knocking at your door, John Clare will stick a leaflet through your letterbox); Analogy! Your local shop puts up it’s prices, you decide on a boycott, only, instead of going to Bishop Auckland Darlington or Durham, you take yourself off down to London to buy your provisions! Sound stupid? That’s cos it is, but that’s what we are about to do as a nation, the saying “Mums gone to Iceland”, will really mean it! Instead of stuff coming out of Europe in a matter of hours, it will take between 20 and 40 days to sail here from the other side of the world, so we best not fall out with them, EH!
We will be jumping without a parachute, with our fingers in our ears and shouting Geronimo, whoever is steering the sinking ship;
Neil McKee
