Boris is trying to make me cross again.
“What!?”, is your response, “Are you deluded, he is trying to make everyone cross!”
“What difference does that make?” is my reply. I know my Yossarian.
In the Torygraph, Boris has come clean and admitted that the future of capitalism involves all of us being able to buy expensive things that we don’t need, and because there isn’t an alternative then we should all do just that.
I suspect that the silly fucker has overspent this month, and needs some cash wrung from the labour of the world’s poor people to make him feel a bit more comfortable. Perhaps his shares in “International Child-Murdering War Machines” have taken a dip. Let’s have a whip round for the odious tit, shall we?
There is no alternative, or so Bozza and his slimy mates would have us believe.
They want to bring about the end of the world in an orgy of consumerist ignorance. Better use up those last few resources even if it means poisoning us all.
I would love to see an end to these bastards. I am not, by any means a man of violence, but I suspect that if someone were to build a nice long wall and line up all the capitalists, bankers and their apologists and proceed to shoot them, I doubt whether I would manage much more than a shake of my head and a loud tut as a symbol of my disapproval.