Strange Times

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London, England, yesterday - image ©Daily Mirror

 

Just an early(ish) morning reflection on where the hell we find ourselves this morning. The US election count grinds on, ever closer to a Biden victory for the Democrats, while Trump is bounced off the airwaves by embarrased networks to explain that the President is just lying through his teeth live on national TV from the White House. Over here, since Biden started to show a clear lead, the Johnson government has suddenly come over all philanthropic, buoyed up by a £150 billion cash injection to the economy by the Bank of England, extending the furlough scheme previously abandoned in favour of a Pound Shop alternative not so very long ago. We see protesters on the streets of London avowing conspiracy theories surrounding Covid-19 and the lockdown while the official death-toll projections have been revised downwards because of incorrect data. At the same time, the woeful Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Business & Industry Nadhim Zahawi gives toe-curling, stumbling interviews on both TV and radio, refusing on the one hand to even pass comment on Trump's mendacious performance over the pond and flailing like a drowning fish on a hook when bearded about the government's volte face on the furlough scheme being too little, too late for those who already lost jobs and businesses earlier this summer simply because of the prospect of the scheme's end this autumn. Is there any connection between any of these, or is it just symptomatic of the global [read 'First World'] drift into mass hysteria and delusion? Time will tell, but the shift in our government's stance at the eleventh hour can't somehow be linked to the prospect of the US swinging to the left and the inevitable knock-on effect that will have on the Markets, can it?

Addendum: News just in of rumours that Putin will be standing down next year due to suspected Parkinson's Disease.

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  1. Joe Stoner6 November 2020 at 11:45

    Told ya it was mutating: 😟((

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    1. Joe Stoner6 November 2020 at 11:46

      Sorry I forgot this blog erases links!! It's mutated in Danish Mink Farms!! "Cruelty in cages bites back" could be a strap line eh?

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