#fruitcake

Choose politicians. Choose selve serving arseholes who've never had a real job. Choose somebody who replies to your impassioned letter with an automated fucking email. Choose a bare faced liar who won't answer a straight question, and makes you dance with rage when you see their face on the TV. Choose a fake grinned photo opportunity grabbing hypocrite. Choose a right wing, left wing, centre wing (is that a thing?) shitbag who is happy to hoot like a gibbon in the mother of all parliaments at something they don't agree with then vote another way because Mr Whippy told them to..Choose a bastard who doesn't stand up for what you voted for, choose their expenses, multiple houses, foreign fact finding trips, dubious morals, and the never ending feeling that everyone is getting fucked over by them. Choose pointless petitions and ranting on Facebook or Twitter. Choose Brexit, Remain, Labour, Tory, choose your future. Choose your politician. . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I choose not to choose one of the 'real' politicians. I choose something else.

And the reason? They disgust me.

