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Many more than that and I might start to regret it Rishi Sunak. After a week there is no sign of anyone from the office. While Keir Starmer is touring the country with guest appearances by Rachel Reeves and Wes Streeting, poor Rish! was forced to fend for himself. Maybe he thinks it’s safer that way.
Jeremy Hunt is left to stick leaflets in letterboxes in an uphill battle to save his own seat. He is not trusted to do anything else. The health minister, Victoria Atkins, did not seem to notice the junior doctors voted to return to strike. Kemi Badenoch is a blissfully ignorant Czech billionaire wants to buy Royal Mail. Lord Big Dave is too great to do anything that might involve meeting the little people.
In short, the state is left to govern itself. Still, Belgium managed 14 months without a government, so maybe that doesn’t matter.
Even worse for Rish!, his guards have been insisting that he try to be human. His normal trip to the west side would have involved a helicopter ride, a short stop to talk to a few people and then back to London in time for lunch. But this time he was forced to take the sleeper train to Penzance. The humiliation. In a carriage with strangers. Then he poses with a pint when everyone knows he doesn’t drink. Stick to full fat Coke. Be yourself.
In the late afternoon, Sunak was to be found in Honiton, Devon, midway between Taunton and Exeter. A place no Tory leader would think of visiting because it has always been a constituency that can be counted on to field a Conservative MP.
No longer. Honiton has been retained by the Lib Dems after Tory MP Neil Parish was forced to stand down for repeatedly viewing porn on his phone in the House of Commons. You know how it is. Tractors are a gateway drug. You start with a Massey Ferguson and after a few minutes it’s an orgy.
Rish! rushed into the aircraft hangar, which is also the British headquarters of Supacat, a manufacturer of military vehicles. His jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up, his eyes rolling like someone who had spent too much time with Michael Gove. Or maybe he just overdosed on Red Bull. Call it the quantum theory of energy.
Almost everyone else in the building didn’t seem impressed. The apprentices who lined up for a shot in front of the TV cameras looked equally bored. They had things to do, places to go. One man kept his arms crossed the whole time. Heavy passive aggressive vibrations.
Not that Sunak noticed. This is its main flaw. He can’t contact anyone. He can’t read the room. He always accepted that he was the most important person in it. That other people will be grateful for his contribution. He began by thanking Rebecca Pow, the Tory member for neighboring Taunton, for introducing him and congratulating her on winning a £20m boost to the area. Hi, she is a Conservative MP in what is now a minor seat. All he had to do was make one phone call and show up with a cart.
We then moved right into his well-rehearsed, light-hearted speech. It’s gotten to the stage where everyone knows what he’s going to say before he says it. No wonder the main mood of any event is catatonia. If a drug dealer got his hands on Sunak’s route, he could clean up by flogging Mogadon’s blister packs that were directed at the press. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if Rish! he did not run the cartel alone. Son of a pharmacist and all. It would explain a lot.
It’s a wonder Sunak can get through those punches with a straight face. One can only conclude that he is either much weaker than he would like us to think or has borderline sociopathic tendencies. Narrating pigs in a desperate attempt to change at least one opinion. First there was security. The world was a dangerous place indeed. This was a good thing because it allowed Supacat to sell more vehicles. The last thing the company needs is a sudden burst of peace and quiet.
Then the bullshit: the only country that was trusted to restore the economy was the one that screwed it up in the first place. And Rwanda: it worked well and every other European country followed the same approach. I must have missed that part when 27 EU countries unilaterally decided to reject the ECHR and started declaring that unsafe countries are now safe. More attention should be paid.
“You don’t like to be taken for granted,” he said. Lack of self-awareness that it does just that. He was doing everyone a favor by taking an hour out of their day to tell them things they didn’t want to hear. All for some pointless photo opportunity that will quickly be forgotten among all the other pointless photo opportunities we’ll be forced to endure in the coming weeks.
Look right here for the true meaning of nonsense. Especially like even Rish! he knows he will lose. Maybe that’s why his entire cabinet fell apart. Let the Prime Minister admit failure. Rats and sinking ships.
Come with questions and answers, even Red Bull Rish! signaled. Even the most engaged audience members were apathetic at best. I’m not sure Honiton is going back to the Tories.
A woman wanted to know more about national service. Sunak couldn’t really help as he hadn’t given it much thought. It was only intended as an attention-grabbing gimmick by the new prime minister’s politics of the day. He had never expected that he would have to apply it. Much the same with Triple Lock Plus. And degrees of Mickey Mouse. No one can name one course scheduled for the split.
There were only three questions from the media allowed. Weren’t you worried about the polls? Not at all. He was excited about them. He had wonderful conversations with people.
Let’s think about it. A maximum of 20 calls per day for 40 days. At this rate, he would need the campaign to last more than 100 years to be in with a shout.
Couldn’t he have done more to stop the junior doctors’ strike? Do you want to talk to them? No. This was one conversation he wasn’t ready for. Even the Express was skeptical. Did he think he might be trying to scare pensioners? Again no. Labor was definitely determined to kill everyone over 66. Starmer would starve them into submission.
And that was it. Rish! he was now free to go. His farewell tour descends into pathos. It would be best if it all ended here. But we all keep fighting because that’s the way of the world. The ship of fools keeps sailing.
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