The metaphors keep piling up like a multiple car wreck. Or do they keep crashing down? It’s so hard to keep up. But you get the drift. Yet again, we have a government that’s out of control. That can do little else but bunker down in the cabinet room and pray for the roof not to fall in. Desperate for a break that just isn’t coming. Helpless to do anything but gradually disappear under the rubble of its own making. Policies in tatters and no sense of direction. Reinforced autoclaved aerated concrete is just the latest in a long line of shitshows.
This wasn’t the way Rishi Sunak had wanted to begin the new parliamentary session. He had been banking on drawing a line under previous failures and calling for a fresh start. To deliver a message of hope leading into next year’s general election. To make people grateful for all that the Tories had done. He was sick of the little people not appreciating him properly. Time for the country to bask in the hope of not being completely broke. Time to count your blessings that you hadn’t died on an NHS waiting list. The things that made life worth living.
