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Partygate - be angry. Be very angry.

 Seen 'Partygate'?

A dramatisation (backed up with evidence and witness statements from the Gray Report) of the events which took place at Downing Street during lockdown, featuring interviews with relatives of people who died alone; those who were fined (an average of £6k) for non-compliance; and healthcare professionals who sacrificed everything because they wanted to do the right thing.

All the while, Downing Street staff were blatantly flouting the rules which they had been instrumental in creating. Their punishment? Johnson and Sunak were fined £50 each.
 
Absolutely sickening.

We should be angry. The current chaotic administration, and all of its many previous iterations have taken the piss out of all of us for too long.

They continue to do so.

The current PM makes decisions based on how it will play with the electorate, and what serves him and his acolytes rather than what serves the country. 

A PM who won’t “speculate” on decisions that HE is making.

We have a Home Secretary introducing rules which would have prevented her parents from entering Britain; a person who took full advantage of the European Union’s Erasmus scholarship programme, yet voted to leave.

What we're hopefully seeing here is the last gasps of a moribund government; one which is demonstrably, objectively, and, by any measure, the worst this country has seen.

Their end can't come soon enough.

There, I've said it.

💯 would not recommend.

Hope that helps.


Watch Partygate on Channel 4: https://www.channel4.com/programmes/partygate?cntsrc=social_share_android_partygate

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