How Do I Loathe Thee? Let me...

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 ... count the ways. No, we'd be here for the next six months, enumerating that one. Not content with practically eviscerating our economy and the standing of the UK on the global stage in a matter of hours and days, they simply do their usual trick of junking the current front-line Aunt Sally's and replacing them like for like with more useful idiots. And without a whit of apology, contrition, or even admission of any guilt: the PM's half-hearted 'we did it too quickly' simply ain't credible, let alone adequate. So along rolls Jeremy Hunt to pour oil on the waters of Truss/Kwarteng's self-imposed maelstrom.

Except that in one breath he sought to exonerate his party's [let's face it, continuing, no, continuous economic disasters: there ain't been a Tory government in my lifetime that hasn't departed under the cloud of same] by saying that governments cannot influence the markets [Adam Smith, anyone?]; and in his next exhalation, excoriating The Labour Party's record, claiming that they [the Tories] have inherited the legacy of the global economic meltdown - the 2008 sub-prime-instigated market debacle - from the last Labour government, who apparently must have influenced the markets to such a major degree that the sub-prime property boom/bust that started in the USA - the bastion of the so-called free-market economy - created all their current economic woes. I ask you. Do one.

The self-same markets that Hunt so glibly claims that the Tory party/government cannot have influence over, created the crisis; so how on earth is that the responsibility of the then Labour government? Do us all a favour and stop trying to flimflam your electorate with such pathetically lame excuses for simply drawing a salary and expecting someone else to pick up the pieces of your non-engagement with the job we fucking pay you to do... You've been in government for twelve years: stop, just stop: period... The irony here is that the current bunch of Tory eejits have actually managed to influence the markets, but not quite in the way they might have imagined at the outset: a predictable and lamentable result of their collective economic incompetence and, frankly, hubris.

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