I checked Twitter this morning, to find that the man who plunged the UK into its greatest international crisis since WW2 is now Foreign Secretary, and that a man who had to resign from Defence and was somehow not jailed for appalling leaking, is in charge of International Trade.
What both these appointment tell me is that for people in the game — and it is a game — nothing they do has consequences. Destroy our relationship with the continent? Never mind. Bring a mate along to top-secret meetings? Not to worry. Welcome back into the fold.
And that is the end of whatever remnants of trust I had in our political system. Our politics now is exactly like the banking crisis: gambling with other people’s lives, with no real consequences for the gamblers. The chumminess of Cameron’s final PMQ demonstrates perfectly how totally disconnected these people’s lives are from reality.
Following all this over the last fortnight has brought me nothing but pain, fury and despair. It’s cost me time, and achieved nothing. And I now realise that since there is nothing I can do about it, the only sane response is to ignore it all and get on with my own life. So from now on I am going to be making a positive effort to ignore every aspect of politics. They are all contemptible, Tory and Labour … with a very few exceptions, who are systematically hunted down and eliminated — because they don’t belong.
So with this blog-post I stick two fingers up to every politician in the UK, and leave them to their privileged game — knowing that they will destroy lives but that there’s nothing I can do about it and it’s useless to try. For msyelf, I return to sanity: programming, dinosaurs, music. Good things.
(I will be blocking Twitter for at least a little while, since that has been the immmediate source of most of the madness.)