WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS

Dear Cleggy,

Well, I don’t know how to express how I’m feeling. Firstly, I’d like to congratulate you on your betrayal promotion in the Governmental system.

When it was announced that the debates were to include the Liberal Democrats, we all laughed and joked and wondered why exactly you would be included when your relevance was almost laughable. Just before these debates, I saw you speak on Sky News (my mother had left it on in the morning) and it was footage of your speech at your party conference. I remember being stunned at what you said. Your words were true and your way of speaking caught my attention.

But I shrugged it off, deciding it was a one-off or something that shouldn’t be listened to: I could make a lovely speech too with loads of promises. Doesn’t mean they have weight. And then, you entered that debating room for the first time and I was blown away, like the whole of the country. You suddenly seemed like a viable alternative, just like you’d wanted us to. Cameron still continued to look like the same old Tories and Brown looked…okay.

We all watched the rest of the debates and warmed to the idea of a Liberal Government or at least, in the case of a hung parliament, you teaming up with Labour.

And then the results came in and it was devastating to you. I understand that, Cleggikins. Due to our fucked up voting system, you didn’t get the right amount of seats. You’d survived attacks on you and your family (Thanks, Murdoch) and get ruined by the very system you’d been campaigning against.

And then you have to not be a politician don’t you?! You have to keep your damn promises! You draw an alliance with the Conservatives to ConDem us. Why, Cleggipoo? Why did you do that to the people who you were mainly campaigning against? I understand you’re not keen on Brown but is Cameron any better? Urgh, Cleggy, you betrayed all your voters. We never wanted the right-winged insanity of the Conservatives. We’d read their policies, heard their slip-ups, recognised similar signs from 1979. Why, Cleggy?

No, I understand why. To get into power. Whether to get in more power or to get things changed, either way, you are extremely stupid.

Why would people want to vote for someone who stabbed them in the back? The simple answer is…you don’t. Everyone just realised you’re exactly the same as every other politician out there.

As someone who, even at sixteen, is fascinated by politics and plans to take it for university, this was not what I needed. I needed an Obama. I see a world around me that I don’t understand and I want to help make better. But I see people like you who aren’t like the other politicians in the worse way possible. We could see through Cameron. We all saw the slimy posh bastard who would ruin our country, rather than restore ‘broken Britain’.

But you, Clegg…

Well. I personally saw someone who may actually make a difference in this country and all it was really was an excellent disguise. You make fantastic promises that were possible, with realistic approaches pre-planned and all so full of sense. The UK finally had a realistic left-wing again and suddenly everyone was campaigning for your election. But all you did was let us down.

I hope you’re happy with your deputy-PM post, Nick Clegg. I’m sure that badge will look shiny when you’re getting everyone’s coffee and have Cameron stick his hand up your arse so you can say what he wants you to say.

No, wait, let me correct that:
What Murdoch wants you to say.

If you were elected, Clegg, you would have been the first to be completely disconnected from the media, especially that Australian media dictator. Now, he can control us all even more.

I know you would never read this; this will just get buried into obscurity and I can look back at this in a few months and sigh as Cameron ruins our country slowly but surely. But I needed to get my disappointment and bitterness out over this.

We believed in you, Clegg.

You stabbed us in the back.

And I will never forget this. In four years, I will easily be eligible to vote. And you can count that I will never vote for your party, so long as you are leader. I hope you’re happy. All of your voters will no longer care for you. And I don’t imagine your party does either.

I hope you enjoy your few years in pretend-power, that’s all you have.

Love from,

a very disenchanted sixteen year old.

Everyone will want to know where you were when Britain regressed 20 years.

Source: http://www.mydavidcameron.com/about/MyNickClegg

Awful sweet to be a little butterfly;
Just winging over things,
And nothing deep inside.

Nothing going, going wild in you,
You know,
You’re slowing by the riverside
Or floating high and blue.

Or maybe cool
to be a little summer wind,
like once through everything
and then away again.

With the taste of dust
In your mouth all day
But no need to know
Like sadness
You just sail away.

Cause you know,
I don’t do sadness
Not even a little bit.
Just don’t need it in my life
Don’t want any part of it.

I don’t do sadness,
Hey I’ve done my time
Looking back on it all,
Then it blows my mind,
I don’t do sadness
So been there.
Don’t do sadness
Just don’t care.

So maybe,
I should be some kind of laundry line.
Hang their things on me,
And I will swing ‘em dry.

You’re just wavin’ the sun
Through the afternoon
And then see,
They come to set you free
Beneath the rising moon

Cause you know,
I don’t do sadness
Not even a little bit.
Just don’t need it in my life
Don’t want any part of it.

I don’t do sadness,
Hey I’ve done my time
Looking back on it all
Then it blows my mind.

I don’t do sadness
So been there,
Don’t do sadness
Just don’t care.

The election, for anyone who is American or has been dead, is in two days. This means that it is possible probable that we will get a new Prime Minister. After this gaffe made by Gordon Brown, I highly doubt he’ll be allowed back in. Despite what he said was completely true (that woman was a bigot), most of our fucking country is. I once heard an Irish comedian describe us thus:

“England have a fierce reputation for conquering the world. Y’know. Invading loads of different countries and then getting upset when those people follow them home.”

Sadly, this couldn’t be more true. Therefore, he’s lost his chance, probably. And so, we’re left with Conservatives and Liberal Democrats (LibDems). So, I was on the Guardian’s site, looking at their brilliant interactive table for what they stand for. BBC have one too, which covered a few different things. Both I would recommend. Just, if the Daily Mail have made one, I would recommend you just don’t read it. Might erode your brain.

Now, I WAS going to write a lovely long blog on the policies and my rambling thoughts. In fact, I did. Well, half of one. And then I lost it all. And now, I’m ill and, as a result, overly emotional. Therefore, I’m refusing to spend another three fucking hours writing this. I am fed up enough and the wit I managed to shove in has gone. Damn wit.

And so, leave it at this:

1. IF THE CONSERVATIVES GET IN, WE’RE ALL SCREWED.
2. IF LABOUR GET IN, WE’LL BE FINE.
3. IF THE LIBDEMS GET IN, THIS COUNTRY WOULD PROBABLY BE A BETTER, LESS RIGHT WING PLACE.

I’m not a biased person at all.

And so, with a small Conservative majority, it looks like we’re all royally screwed. Yaaay.

This would be less doom and gloom if I weren’t in a shite mood now with Firefox and Tumblr.

(Haa. Tumblr thinks Tumblr is a spelling mistake. Everything is funny when you’re dying. Haaaa.)

And so, screw it.

We’re all going to die and it’s all Rupert Murdoch’s, God’s and your mother’s fault.

So there.

Fuck it.

I hate being ill. I get all grumpy.