Word of the day: Whataboutism.

Word of the day: whataboutism (noun)*

Those who defensively respond to criticism of this government use Whataboutism as a conscience salve to excuse their voting this administration in. As in: "What about if the other lot got in? It would've been even worse".

It serves no purpose to try to imagine what the behaviour of a different administration WOULD have been like; we know what this one WAS like, and it was shameful; by any measure the worst of a generation; a cabinet populated largely by people there only because of their support for the Brexit cause, still in thrall to Cummings, the Temu Rasputin.

My desire to end this 14 years of Tory rule isn't solely due to my socialist leanings, and it's not purely anti-Tory; it's more to do with this particular government: not there to serve you; only themselves.

I don't need to provide examples, we all see them, if we care to look. They're there: not even bothering to hide in plain view; brazenly, openly, blatantly, explicitly treating us with the contempt they are entitled to think we deserve.

This year, I'll be out on the streets, and doing what I can to make sure they're shown the door.

*A conversational tactic in which a person responds to an argument or attack by changing the subject to focus on someone else's misconduct, implying that all criticism is invalid because no one is completely blameless.

There, I said it.

Hope that helps.

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