Yesterday someone on Facebook made a joke about Nicola Sturgeon looking like Wee Jimmie Krankie. I confess, I haven’t lost my sense of humour completely, and there is something of a resemblance. After all, you never see them in the same photograph together.
Regardless, I bloody love Nicola Sturgeon. She can look like Hitler’s armpit for all I care. She could actually be Wee Jimmie Krankie, although the less said about wife swapping parties the better please. A veil of decency must be preserved and all that.
We don’t vote for our politicians based on what they look like, although if we did, this might have saved us from the frog mouthed, shit bucket, Farage.
Nevertheless, back to Sturgeon. She’s a strong woman who is passionate about her politics and who is working hard for her electorate in difficult times. I may not agree with all her policies, but then I’m a contrary bugger and find most politicians tricky, so you know, meh. Anyone who is doing their job right now and not just throwing their toys out the pram is a winner for me.
I commented that it is ironic that a woman who people are teasing for looking like the twin of Wee Jimmie Krankie is still, seemingly, the only politician out there with a plan at the moment. A plan that doesn’t involve either shifting blame, shouting ‘look over there’, before running away, or climbing the greasy political pole of self aggrandisement anyway. I know I said this yesterday, but I was rather hoping someone else might have stepped forward by now.
Sadly not. It all seems like they are stepping backwards, out of the shadows and with a heavy heart.
Someone underneath my comment wrote, and I paraphrase: ‘I hope the queen of Scotland gets her country into the EU soon, and then she’ll see how many millions of pounds it’s going to cost her. Ha ha!’
There is only so much ‘face palm’ I can deal with in one day. I looked like Frank Bruno after a particularly dismal fight by this stage.
It literally baffles belief that so many people simply haven’t got a grasp on figures here. I mean, I am stunned. This, coming from the girl who failed her GCSE math’s mock because when asked to draw the circumference of a hypothetical goat travelling round a stake in a hypothetical field, drew a very real rectangle.
If I get it, it’s got to be bleeding obvious. Except apparently not according to those leavers who think we are still skipping into a glorious economic future paved with £50 notes.
It’s not even the mythical £350 million quid a week issue any more. Things are much, much worse than that.
Since Friday, we have lost so much money on the stock markets, we could have paid for EU membership for another fifty years, and that’s a conservative estimate. That’s when my oldest child will hit her seventies. I’ll be dust by then.
I don’t think the queen of Scotland has anything to worry about while the kings of stupid are seemingly in charge of our country.
Apart from anything else, we are still in the EU and will be for two years, even if we trigger Article 50, and we won’t be there because of magic beans and our access to Cornish pasties. We’ll be paying, like everyone else.
And if we access the single market/EEA? We still pay.
And not one single leave proponent has been able to tell me how they are going to deliver the £111 billion they promised to pour into all the different sectors in the UK annually to keep us going.
Not their job apparently. I believe I was told to ‘suck it up’ because ‘the government just have to make it happen.’
As my mother used to say. ‘You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.’ We don’t have the money. It’s no good stamping your feet and demanding it. It’s not pudding. We can’t just pop over to Tesco Metro and get you some.
Leavers will argue that the markets keep stabilising. Yes, they do, but that’s not down to global markets being enthused about what we’re doing to ourselves. Trust me. And taking into account the big picture, the pound has been falling steadily for about four months, so it’s rallying against an overall drop. It’s not going back to what it was, and I don’t expect it to stabilise until someone who is at least pretending to be in charge, comes up with some kind of workable plan.
What we have instead is a lot of politicians sitting in a room jeering at each other, and basically shouting; ‘You do it! No, you do it!’ And the worst thing about yesterday? Boris and Gove weren’t even at the debate about what to do with our future. Now I’d like to think it was because someone had hog tied them to the nearest railway line and let the 3.45 from Euston roll over them, but I feel I will be disappointed. They were probably, oh, I don’t know, playing golf, or trying to erase women from history. Their usual sort of posh boy hobbies.
I’m already talking to people who have lost their chance to buy a house because the banks have redefined what they need for a mortgage. Not one, but several people have told me this today. I’m already hearing from people whose jobs are on the line because they relied on EU funding. I’m already hearing from a woman in my community whose friend had bananas and racist abuse thrown at him while trying to take his kids to primary school yesterday morning. It is not good enough. It is not good enough that our people are experiencing this. I don’t care if it is short term. It’s shit.
As for yesterday’s post:
Ninthly: We lost our third star from Moody’s. This is not about whether we can do curly croutons in our soup. This is about whether we can be trusted economically to trade. Apparently we are a lot more rubbish than we thought. Which is nice. I always like people to look at Britain and think: ‘Gosh. Overall, it’s a bit more rubbish than I thought.’
Tenthly: Nigel Farage’s execrable show at the European Parliament today. How can anyone think this man is a good representative of our country, just how? I’d rather send our cat, and she thinks she’s a dog.