Yet another reflection upon canvasing at local election time .Last year 2019 I made one last shot at the District Council election nothing to lose but a few pounds in weight , having for company two volunteers, good enough. But not as many volunteers as the other parties, we decanted, some four thousand leaflets through the difficult furry letter boxes. On a few occasions folk would come out and say plainly the dislike of all politicians, the rest you know. But then comes along Boris a Latin speaking version of Homer Simpson all the right and left lads and lasses loved him, why I’m not sure his party represents the worst of austerity. I’m asking why can’t the sons and daughters of Britannia think for themselves and post virus there will be the worst recession in recent times, cuts to everything, but those cuts will be far from equal. Will the ordinary Joe and Joanne love there leader as the North Koreans are forced to do with their despotic leader. We shall see, or if we are dead we won’t. Boris Johnson is wolf in sheep’s clothing it is a shame that the so called Labour party are not up to the mark, but I sigh Tony Blair did Tory Voodoo upon them and all shall be compliant his master’s voice.
