Thought you’d seen the last of these barking mad plans, zones and schemes due to the Cornavirus? well, think again.
I’m sick and fucking tired of these plans, subplans, schemes, and regulations that our wonderful leaders keep coming up with. The latest is Winter Plan B which involves masks that do nothing, working from home and pretty much closing certain businesses. Fuck me, some papers and the BBC are droning on about a Plan C that doesn’t even exist.
The papers and bunch of complete losers that are the Labour party are foaming at the mouth to get this fine chunk of planning in place. Boffins argue with boffins about what is correct, one disproves another with shonky stats and graphs and then another crawls out of some Polytechnic somewhere and rubbishes that load of garbage too.
I’ve had my vacs and I’ve had the virus, it wasn’t pleasant and I can see how it kills off the old and people who are fat, smoky and eat junk food but I fail to see how these endless plans will keep that from happening anyway? If people are determined to drink, smoke or eat themselves to death then that will transpire in due course regardless of silly plans.
I heard on the radio that a very high percentage of the NHS is constantly off poorly so I would imagine the best place to start would be to see why and get them back to work. I would also stop filling the UK with the dregs of Eastern Europe, Africa and the Middle East so that capacity can start to cope with demand.
I have no doubt that Plan B will come in to action in the next few weeks or months but I will not be going back to wearing those sill masks again….fuck you Boris and the cunt you rode in on.
Nominated by: Spanky Mc Spank




