Boris in Purgatory

I have a new slogan for my unfortunate compatriots who have been bombarded with messages on TV, radio and print media over the past few months. It is this:

STAY AWAKE
DITCH THE GOVERNMENT
SAVE THE COUNTRY

One day, there will be an opera about these days. Quite possibly it will be called Boris in Purgatory. More dramatic possibilities than Nixon in China, I reckon.

I don’t really want to launch into a rant about the British government being the most shameless, incompetent, venal, self-serving, blatherous shower of ordure to have gathered in one place in living memory. So I won’t, because then I’d feel obligated to justify my insulting language by going into chapter and verse on their shortcomings. Instead, I’ll just say Johnson, Hancock, Patel, Jenrick and Williamson. That should be enough to be getting on with. And if that’s not enough, I’ll also say care homes, PPE, NHS management, virus testing, track and trace, Brexit negotiations, A Levels, quarantine and Barnard Castle.

Anyway, I’ll stay silent, because my mother taught me that if you can’t say something nice, say nothing at all. But I would really prefer if my silence was reciprocated by those with whom I’m in regular discourse, because if anyone mentions social distancing and all the other COVID cliches, my spleen is in danger of melting.

I’m only really interested in hearing three words: resignation, prosecution and election. And as far as C***D is concerned, I would prefer not to be the target of any more self-righteous, misleading cant until until somebody I trust tells me “your vaccination is now available. Please arrange an appointment with your doctor as soon as possible.”

And that’s my last word on our current situation. At least until I can think of something more constructive to say.