Poetry, please, not poor politics

I planned to blog tonight about our inglorious leader, the fat lad who seemingly can’t help himself from posing as politicians acted in his boyhood, a

boyhood which at least as far as the photographs rather than mannerisms go, ended some considerable time ago.

Like the lead actor in the local amdram drama, he’s been prompted presumably to play to the gallery.

Tubby lad

Do everything to appeal to the voters. Let what voters want seem to be reflected in press photos.

We had the tubby lad appearing with lot of tough coppers, never mind that they were newly in their work, never mind that it seems they were falsely briefed about the posing.

Today's news has him with some primary school kids. One is prompted to ask Wise Sir about the chance of a happy departure from Europe.

It might well appeal to the public eye for Sir to ruffle the lad’s hair.

Oops, that might well give rise to certain attitudes about touching youngsters, so our podgy hero does it to his own in that well-practised way that he will have been advised appeals oh so much to some of the electorate. …. Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, at

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