05/05/2020

So I got it wrong yesterday, it's actually week seven of lockdown. I told you my head was sort of knackered. What is there out there to rant about today.

Well in America, while idiots in New York City congregate in parks, people fight over masks in supermarkets and armed gun men stage protests in state capitols, what's Donald Trump doing about it? Sweet F*** all, he is dominating his time slandering Republican politicians on twitter bragging about being a first timer in the field of politics which is surely why he has F***** America. He blatantly slagged off the Republican party in four interconnected tweets and they still think he is the best candidate for America. Come on America get rid of this narcissistic piece of **** now and Twitter please cut his account.

So back in dear old Blighty the government is deliberating on easing the lockdown as new cases of the virus fall, but say it will be a gradual release while the new labour leader said the governments plan for the reversal of lockdown was full of gaps and called for it to be a national consensus between all political parties, employers and unions in all countries within the UK not just England meaning the government needs to start cooperating with Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland better rather than as usual forgetting about everyone outside London. Matt Hancock did another interview which he stumbled and mumbled through constantly repeating himself, but never committing to anything solidly. Have any of these people in government took lessons on interview techniques or are they just inept at telling the truth without repetitiveness. For the good of the country please make up your minds and draw a line in the sand.

The only good news is a headline about a thirteen year old boy trying to start a petition to have red post boxes painted blue to commemorate the NHS staff that have lost their lives caring for the sick during this pandemic which is more than the so called adults of this nation in political positions are doing, good on you.

Rant you tomorrow