The Conservatives have just signed a “confidence and supply” deal with the DUP. This essentially allows Theresa May to cling onto power just a little while longer, at the cost of about £1 billion. That’s right – our weak leader has just caved into actual, literal blackmail to cling onto a mandate she doesn’t have, siding with a party that epitomises everything I hate. Anti-abortion, anti-LGBT climate deniers who want to teach creationism in schools. Eugh.
I’m not opposed to Northern Ireland having more funding for infrastructure and the like, obviously. But for it to be the result of one person’s selfish desperate power grab and after years of austerity is absolutely galling. It’s also something that really ought to be extended to every member of the UK; England and now Northern Ireland shouldn’t be getting special treatment. It’s wholly hypocritical to be financing a party with links to terrorism after spending a large proportion of the election falsely berating Jeremy Corbyn for being an “IRA terrorist sympathiser”. I cannot stand hypocrisy and Theresa May should be fucking ashamed of herself, if her lizard brain is capable of such a feat.
Do the decent fucking thing and stand down. You’ve demonstrated that your legs are made of jelly, yet continue as if nothing’s happened. You make me sick. The oft-mentioned Magic Money Tree has been shaken, but the cash has landed in Arlene Foster’s toxic claws.
Please flatmates, don’t have a barbecue outside at 10pm. There’s no inherent problem with that, but when it’s such a hot day and I’d like to keep my windows open so I don’t melt, it’s very annoying that I have to suffer through the smoke coming into my room.
Of course, if you’d decided to place the barbecue at the other end of the back garden, this would not have been as great a problem. You were close enough to the house that you set the smoke alarm off, which should send alarm bells through your heads.
And thanks for the invite.
A concentrated nest of negativity to help keep everything else clean
Hi there! I’m Daniel and I sometimes get annoyed at things or people, and when that happens I tend to let it spill onto some corner of the Internet. It happens to everyone, I know. But that’s not good for my other social media platforms! Instead of venting frustration at the nearest open social media thing on my computer, I’m going to tuck it under the virtual carpet on this here blog where no-one can see it. It’ll help appease the part of me that wants to shout at something, while also ensuring it’s not broadcast on my Twitter feed for everyone to see.
It’s certainly not an original idea, as thousands of people have probably started the same thing, but I want to try to rid the other parts of my life of negativity because I hate feeling frustrated. So I’ll let it fester here, where it matters a lot less if it goes unchecked. I hope you enjoy the half-baked ramblings of an annoyed 21-year-old.
I’ll keep all identities anonymous if it relates to someone I know, but if you’re reading this and you know me, then stop reading it. This certainly isn’t meant to demonise anyone, it’s a way for me to vent. Although if you are featured on here, you’re probably doing something wrong and should stop.