Upon the goading of my peers I have been prompted to publish more ramblings. It has been a hellish couple of months and I am quite sorry to of neglected the past-time of ranting about my concerns for the tattered globe we dwell on. I did say many months ago that I had run out of things to say and that my next big push here was going to inevitably focus on Politics.

I was gearing up to make a stab at the Tories and there unprincipled currish ways. My natural loathing of that creed is being slowly silenced as I hear more and more people saying, "wow that new guy is so dynamic and he is bound to win". I am white with fear, hauled up in my basement, the revolution surely must be on its way, we can't afford to let people vote for this abomination - a wolf in wolfs clothing - glint in the eye, smiling wily over your first born child that hangs from his blood stained jaws.

With any luck the trots have cottoned on to the fact there is no room left for them in politics and will have taken  Blackfriars bridge, marching on fleet street, flag bearers to the fore singing "we shall over come someday". In reality they are probably opening hummus restaurants and arguing about the Beer House Putsch.

All I want for Christmas is for the angry clouds over Hemel Hempstead to swallow up Westminster and in their ashen fury make New Cross the new centre of power, I am sure I can make space in my office.

yours in sheet white terror
DNC.