A woman has told LCD Views that she is just going to do whatever she likes now.
”At least until my time in office runs out,” she said, pressing the nails of her left hand so hard into her right she left a mark,
“and oh, I suppose, given how little tax my husband’s company has paid for years, I guess I’ll do whatever I like after too. We’re very rich. Even Brexit will not likely negatively impact on our choices overly much. Which is nice. Because Brexit is going to be an economic disaster. Ha!”
And what about right now?
”I’m dropping bombs right now,” she replied. “bit of the old moral outrage and a bookended event.”
You’ere talking about striking chemical weapons dumps in Syria?
”If you like,” she replied, clenching her teeth so hard you could actually hear one crack, “chemical weapons aren’t like other weapons that Assad and Putin have been using to butcher civilians.
This is why people protest against attacking chemical weapons delivery mechanisms and not the mass bombing of civilian areas.”
It’s rather convenient for you right now too.
”Yes.
The less time spent discussing Jeremy Hunt’s little flat fiasco the better. And don’t get me started on Jaguar.
We are supposed to be able to bribe our way out of the mass negatives of Brexit with patriot cheques and threats.”
Let’s stick to Syria then?
“Thanks. Once you’ve blown up some chemical stuff you can dust your hands off and say job done and go back to just selling bombs to tyrants. You know, the moral high ground.”
You’ve certainly on some sort of high ground, looks more like a precipice to me.
”It’s okay,” the woman replied, “I’ve a parachute just like many of my colleagues on both sides of the floor in parliament. No matter how crap we are at government currently.”
Your hands bleeding. Do you want a band aid?
”Not quite finished yet,” she said, digging her nails in some more, “how do I get out of this office again?”