I popped out today to post a couple of pre Christmas cards. I discovered the streets are littered with somewhat dank leaves, the sky above having been under damp light cloud cover since Sunday. There was however, no indication of people frantically digging deep underground shelters for the coming Trump apocalypse, that of course, may be happening in their back gardens. Quite a few gardens around here have a variety of shelters left over from the last war, just a 6 foot deep hole in many cases, sometimes altered for later purposes. They could stack their long life supplies in these I guess.
The shock of Trump's success appears to have shocked parliament, they have left early and will not return until Monday. Some of them have even gone back to their constituencies to meet their constituents, not Farage of course, he is still drinking with Donald.
It appears that once you become an MP nobody demands that you do your job, bar the party leader. When the party leader does not do his job, no surgery, no contact phone or email number, no office, no staff, it appears there is nothing that constituents can do. A recall maybe, but would they? Do enough people in Clacton care?
Our MP, now that he has failed by incompetence in his leadership bid, has gone to ground until today. Once more he is using 'TikTok' to inform the world of his opinions, once more the replies inform him of the worlds opinions in return.
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