This week I made a conscious decision to become a litter bug or perhaps it was just on a whim, I'm not sure. Not a full-time spreader of muck, you understand, but just when the fancy takes me, like it did last week. Leaving the railway station late and in my usual state of weariness, I walked through the barrier and retrieved my return ticket from the machine. Clasping it reluctantly in my hand (there were no rubbish bins) I started to get annoyed with the fact that I still had a dud ticket on my person and decided it would be a good idea to tear said ticket into tiny pieces and then, when (or if) the opportunity arose (I was guessing it would be in one of the alleyways en route to my house) I would throw the torn up pieces of paper into the air and, hopefully, would walk into a shower of 'confetti' of my own making, a kind of private homecoming ceremony of my own. It was hard not to throw the tiny pieces of old ticket into the air as I walked along the main streets, but I wasn't particularly wanting to deal with a conscientious member of the public who might hound me all the way home until I threatened him with violence. So, to avoid such a possibility, I clasped my pieces of paper in my right hand as I reached the alley I started looking behind me to see if anybody else would be joining me in the alley. There was nobody around. The next obstacle was to ensure there was nobody coming towards me and that would mean waiting until the slight left turn of the alley where I would be afforded a view of the remaining alley and, therefore, anybody who might be walking my way. When I reached the critical point and saw that nobody was there, I flung up my right hand and, true to form, the small bits of paper snowed down upon me. It was a great moment. The following morning I sought out the fallen pieces of paper and smiled as I passed them on the way to work, thinking: I might do that again later on today. Of course I did, except on the second occasion I thought I'd tear the pieces even smaller and then, when the coast was clear, off went my right hand again. I was going to say I was proud of my 'litter buggery' but it didn't sound like a phrase I should use so I went with simply being proud of myself for absolutely no reason at all. The following morning there lay the fallen remains of my tomfoolery and again I smiled to myself and continued on to the railway station.
If the truth be known, I'm getting a little fed up with the state of the country at present and it's making me a little bad tempered. I won't be voting in next week's local elections because I just don't think there's any party worth voting for. I don't particularly want to vote Reform, even if it seems as if everybody else will be, I'm certainly not voting Conservative after the way they've been behaving even if Kemi Badenoch has been exceptionally good at the dispatch box, telling Sir Keir what a complete nob he has turned out to be; and then there's the Green Party, headed up by the so-called 'tit whisperer', Zak Polanski. I'm not sure of the exact story, but it has been said that Polanski was in some way involved in the hypnosis of women with a view to making their breasts bigger. True? False? I don't know, but it's a rumour that has been 'doing the rounds'. There's plenty more reasons why not to like Polanski or his party and one is his insistence that if he gets into power he'll be handing over around £20,000 a year to illegal migrants. That's taxpayers money to ILLEGAL migrants (that's the phrase people keep forgetting, they're illegal!). But then they do say that crime pays. He's also planning on getting rid of the so-called Triple Lock, what a bastard! So no, the Greens won't get my vote and that makes me wonder who I should vote for other than the Labour Party. It's not as if they've been behaving themselves is it? The most recent debacle being the appointment of Peter Mandelson to the post of US ambassador in Washington. Now, the thing here is this: I could have told him not to put Mandelson in that job, even I knew that the man was not to be trusted. He's been forced to resign from Government before and now his rather unsavoury links with convicted paedo Epstein have been revealed (along with photographs of Mandelson in his pants) and he's been sent packing from his new post and is now facing police investigations, just like Andrew Mountbatten Windsor who has been stripped of his royal titles.
I think the galling thing about Windsor and Mandelson is that everybody knows they are both above the law and will not be going to jail anytime soon. Windsor is definitely protected by the establishment and I'm guessing that they won't prosecute 'Mandy' because that would mean they would have to prosecute Windsor who, I hasten to add, has not admitted to any wrongdoing. Prosecution ain't happening, let's leave it there...leaving the country in a strange place with its system of two-tier justice that is annoying the hell out of ordinary people. A lot of people want to know why Windsor paid Virginia Guiffre £12 million. There is, of course, no answer and I'm guessing that the Royal Family is hoping the whole thing will go away and then, one day, we'll hear that Windsor has left the country and is living somewhere in the Middle East from where he won't be expected to testify in the USA.
But there's much more. Shoplifting is rife and the supermarkets have taken to sacking their own staff rather than prosecute an actual shoplifter and if a security guard as much as tackles a shoplifter he will find himself unemployed, it's just not right. Are shoplifters also above the law? It looks as if they are, and I'm convinced that if I went to my local supermarket and tried to steal a can of baked beans I would be jailed for life.
Throw in a liberal sprinkling of anti-semitism, add a large helping of Donald Trump and his ridiculous and ill-thought-through invasion of Iran and you have the perfect storm. I don't know for sure, but I've heard that Trump is losing support at home and it can only get worse if oil prices at the pump continue to rise as they have been and other problems arise like shortages of critical drugs for conditions such as high blood pressure and diabetes. It's all out there, folks, and we need a whole bunch of decent politicians before we're going to get anywhere near a decent future for our young people. The big questions is: where are they?
Lastly, everything these days is a performance and a lot of the performances are there to cover up the Epstein stories. Note how there's been nothing about the Epstein files ever since Trump and Netanyahu invaded Iran. Notice also that Starmer has 'got off' too, his incompetence over Mandelson going unpunished. It all makes me wonder what was discussed over dinner in the White House. Did it go something like, "Well, your Royal Trumpness, I think your invasion of Iran seems to have done the trick, nobody's talking about Andrew anymore." Who knows? But now Trump has to withdraw without losing face and quick.
