Eventually, Boris Johnson resumes ‘work.’
Thanks to him and his fellow Eton Rifle eugenicists, UK’s death toll is the highest in Europe.
No need for all that mass testing, contact tracing and quarantine nonsense. We’re British. We know better.
Urged on by Sir Kier Starmer an ‘Exit Strategy’ is formulated; we’re all forced back to work early to die for The Economy.
Starmer continues to be ‘constructive’ and act ‘in the national interest.’ i.e. he doesn’t call for a public enquiry, he doesn’t demand Johnson and Hancock’s resignations but he is ‘deeply sad’ so many have died. So that’s OK.
Johnson introduces Austerity V2 to recoup his mates’ losses for them. Rachel Reeves thinks the measures don’t go far enough.
The bootlickers vote the Tories back in for a second term.
Austerity V2 kills another couple of hundred thousand people.
Bootlickers go ‘ah but how much worse would it have been with Corbyn in charge?’ There are some racist non-sequiturs about Diane Abbott, flags and assorted drivel.
Hundreds of thousands leave the Labour Party, it reduces to an England-only rump of middle-management centrists.
Unemployment, homelessness and poverty reach even greater levels.
The NHS continues its Tory-driven death spiral. Salami-slicing privitisation continues apace.
The servile electorate, face down, eagerly lapping Etonian shoe-leather, pauses only to denounce opposition voices as ‘traitors’ ‘communists’ & ‘snowflakes.’
Repeat to fade.
If you want a vision of the future, picture a Union Jack-boot stamping on the face of an NHS nurse. Forever.
Welcome to The Great British Death Cult.