Rishi Sunak, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, is my MP. I recently wrote to my MP. I’ve never done that before, because I’ve never been under the delusion that writing to your MP is an effective means of activism. (Especially when your MP is Rishi Sunak, who is highly unlikely to read such correspondence himself.)
However, I decided to write a very quick email to him after Christmas as it was quite clear that he (and a few other cabinet colleagues) were managing to restrain the mad dog Johnson from plunging the country into yet another destructive and pointless lockdown. All I said was thank you for doing his best to keep a little rational thought going in government and that I didn’t want a reply, particularly not a template press release reply.
Unfortunately, his office sent a reply.
I mean, they got my name (entirely) wrong. And my address wrong. (I was given the letter because the people at the address it was sent to didn’t know who it might be for, so showed it to me, and I suspected that it actually had been intended for me.)
But anyway. Basic office staff incompetency aside, it was indeed one whole A4 side of meaningless template press release
Sorry. But just fuck off.
I didn’t vote for Sunak. I will never vote for Sunak. But given his background, I have realised since the start of 2020 that he would be one of the few people in Parliament willing and capable of analysing the situation for himself and coming to rational conclusions. No doubt he did - and privately I imagine he has been trying to counter the insane doom mongers throughout - while trying intensely to not put his own political career in jeopardy. (A shame then about the hugely misjudged furlough scheme, without which COVID19 would have been over and done with after three weeks after people realised that they couldn’t sit at home getting paid while pretending mortal fear of a common cold.)
During 2020 and 2021 I made sure to visit the high streets of anywhere I happened to be. In many places they are increasingly beginning to look like 1980s Beirut. Back when I still had social media I would irritatingly tag in Sunak so his social media flunky could sigh again at the crazy person randomly tagging in the Chancellor of the Exchequer to photos of streets full of empty buildings in Barrow in Furness, or Great Yarmouth, or Halifax, or central London, or wherever I happened to be at the time.
I’m also not under the delusion that the last two years are solely responsible for the economic meltdown we’re facing - but they have been the shotgun blast to the face that finished off the victim. And to those who say that “things are looking up again!”, I think you’re stupid and naïve and incredibly shortsighted. Personally I have always felt that the economy has been artificially buoyed since 2008, with money printing and a smoke and mirrors property market delaying the inevitable collapse of a structurally unsound and unsustainable system. 2020 and 2021 saw those two delaying measures cranked up to 11. I believe it is now impossible to maintain the fiction for much longer, though no doubt those with rose tinted welding goggles still clamped to their faces will dispute.
Anyway. This country is fucked. Enjoy.
(All photos taken in 2021.)
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