Really?!?

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What is he doing now? Does Sunak have any sense of personal or political awareness? Does he not realise that cosying up to the far-right Italian PM casts him in a very peculiar, dim light? Does he imagine that this will only sit well with the swivel-eyed loons to the right of the Conservative Party, and does he imagine that no-one else will notice what he's doing and draw conclusions from this most dangerous of bedfellow choices? The optics of this [to use the mode du jour] are not good. At all. He'll be chowing down with redneck survivalists in Kentucky next, or sharing a sauna with some of Scandinavia's less than salubrious firearms enthusiasts: learning how to get by with just the one Black Amex card and his immediate retinue for survival and how to instruct his minions in basic bunkering techniques. Let's face it, he's already ticked the oil Princes' box, so why not go for a full house?

Seriously, though, what is he all about? What is he for? Apart from being yet another pointless change Tory PM - a job he has neither the need nor the skills or aptitude [or attitude!] for - he demonstrates little to zero concern for the lives and wellbeing of the people of this benighted archipelago, and absolutely no talent for governance. This is not a good CV for the leader of the country to flash around.

It's all rather like the snivelling Baroness Mone and her partner in grime, whingeing on about not having done anything wrong [profiteering during a national emergency, anyone? Insider trading, anyone?], despite having denied all knowledge of her relationship to the drop-shipping front PPE Medpro - formed just prior to them having been awarded £200m worth of VIP Covid contracts - or the money - Oh, of course it is his money, not hers, at least unless he croaks before she - that flowed through it from our taxes via the government, into convenient tax havens, and then attempting to disappear themselves [like fugitives?] , whilst posting socials from the deck of their, sorry, his new yacht. Bright these people are not. They, like Sunak, have no shame, sense of place in the world, or perspective on it, save personal, pecuniary benefit. Awful people.



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