Day 633: Brexit Part 2 – An American Tragedy.

America? Seriously? President Trump? WTF.

The leader of the free world is a racist, sexist, bigot who makes fun of the disabled, people of colour, Muslims, a xenophobe, a scallywag, a cheat, a liar, an adulterer, a man who believes sexual assault and degradation of women is acceptable locker room talk, a self obsessed, selfish, self serving, despicable billionaire who has tapped into hate  and division to win the biggest office in the world.

What a sad day for humanity.

I want to order a big pizza and eat cake but what is the point of that? So, I shall stick to my diet.


This article from the New Yorker says it all. Some extracts below. Click below to read more.

An American Tragedy

“The election of Donald Trump to the Presidency is nothing less than a tragedy for the American republic, a tragedy for the Constitution, and a triumph for the forces, at home and abroad, of nativism, authoritarianism, misogyny, and racism. Trump’s shocking victory, his ascension to the Presidency, is a sickening event in the history of the United States and liberal democracy. On January 20, 2017, we will bid farewell to the first African-American President—a man of integrity, dignity, and generous spirit—and witness the inauguration of a con who did little to spurn endorsement by forces of xenophobia and white supremacy. It is impossible to react to this moment with anything less than revulsion and profound anxiety.”

“There are, inevitably, miseries to come: an increasingly reactionary Supreme Court; an emboldened right-wing Congress; a President whose disdain for women and minorities, civil liberties and scientific fact, to say nothing of simple decency, has been repeatedly demonstrated. Trump is vulgarity unbounded, a knowledge-free national leader who will not only set markets tumbling but will strike fear into the hearts of the vulnerable, the weak, and, above all, the many varieties of Other whom he has so deeply insulted. The African-American Other. The Hispanic Other. The female Other. The Jewish and Muslim Other. The most hopeful way to look at this grievous event—and it’s a stretch—is that this election and the years to follow will be a test of the strength, or the fragility, of American institutions. It will be a test of our seriousness and resolve.”



Day 501 -Et tu Brute?

Day 9 of my 21 days challenge to stay on my diet 100% and so far, I have aced every day.

Special thanks to my little sister for her love and support, and for making me accountable to her. Having to report my daily progress to her, has helped me stay  committed because I do not want to let her or myself down.

In other news…

Get your popcorn ready. UK politics continues to play like some Shakespearean tragicomedy.

Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn is being stabbed left, right, and centre by his friends screaming at him:

“Resign! Resign! Resign!”.

Drowning under the betrayals and before he could spit out:

“Et tu, Brute?”

The Prime Minister goes hood and says:

“For heaven sake man, go!”


In the other camp, Boris, the king of Brexit, who didn’t really believe in UK being OUT but thought he’d never win anyway, but would make a lot of noise and further his ambitions to be Prime Minister. So he campaigns passionately for Bretix. And when his side wins, he looks like utter shit and like me, on the morning of the Brexit vote, he goes:

“Oh, fuck.”

But never mind the fact that Boris the Buffoon has us in the shit. Onwards and upwards. He’s pumping his flabby muscles ready to be prime minister but wait…dum dum dum…


Boris gets stabbed by his wing man and campaign manager, Michael Gove the former education minister who just a few days ago, was selling us Prime Minister Boris and ruling himself firmly out claiming Boris was the man for us and being an education minister was the best job in politics, young people, blah, blah, blah.

But oh no, the tides have changed. Power is up for grabs. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Gove’s missus gets in the game and emails her husband and I have taken artistic license with her email:

It’s every man for himself. Get real Boris. These are not times for friends or political alliances, my husband. These are not times to stick to your very public statements. You can say what you want and backtrack completely. Lies? Lies are truths the other way.

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And so….Michael Gove, the previous Boris chief campaigner for prime minister decides at the very last minute to go for the power himself.

He doesn’t do it quietly though. He changes his tunes and stabs Boris firmly in the back by doing a 180 and saying:

“Boris cannot provide the leadership for the task ahead and is not fit to be prime minister.”

Boris makes a long speech which sounds like he’s announcing he was running for leadership and therefore prime minister.

But wait…. like the joker he is, at the very last line, he rules himself out from leadership.

I for one, didn’t see that sweet twist in this tale coming. I bet Cameron is chuckling in his tea and smacking his head.

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For the next instalment in this saga, watch this space…


Day 499 -Am I Bothered? Me? Bothered?

My mantra for the week: I can’t be bothered to stress about things outside my control.

I got very passionate about my belief that the UK should REMAIN in the EU.

I did my bit by contributing to discussions, dragging myself to the polling station on a day that I was in such agony with back pain, I could hardly, sit, stand, let alone function. I even nagged my friends and family to get out and vote.

The nation voted OUT.

The prime minister has resigned, the labour party is in turmoil.

That seemingly impossible nightmare of an alternate universe where Boris Johnson is prime minister and Donald Trump president could be a stark reality.

Share prices have gone crazy. The pound has hit a low.

Hate crimes have increased because some arseholes now think the vote means that racism and xenophobia have been vindicated and can now be openly celebrated. Britain first power to the traitors, to quote the scumbag that killed Jo Cox MP.

But thank fuck the chancellor hasn’t abandoned ship.  

Like some who cannot quite believe that common sense has not prevailed, I joined the nearly 4 million that have signed a petition calling on a second referendum. I write to my MP pointing out that my London borough voted remain. I follow statements from the Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Scotland’s MPs may block Brexit. I look with scorn at Boris’ shock at the vote and his pathetic comments yesterday as the financial market went crazy that everything had miraculously settled. I look at even more disgust at the revolting Farage’s fuck you performance at today’s the EU meeting. My God, this prick is even worse than I thought.

I’m not in denial because I have accepted the fact that the majority have spoken and the UK will exit the EU. Everything else is probably an exercise in futility. But maybe, just maybe…

Whatever happens to our beloved country and the financial consequences that I might face as a result of Brexit, is outside my control.

I can’t be bothered to stress about things outside my control.

In other news, the divorce saga continues. April’s court was postponed because my ex didn’t comply with some court mandated documents in February and his excuse was similar to that old favourite – the dog ate my homework. There is yet another risk of July’s court being postponed because he has once again failed to return some documents he was being chased since early May. My lawyer will get final confirmation this week whether the July hearing will need to be postponed yet again. I hope that it doesn’t get postponed but I am resigned that this nightmare ends when it ends.

Whatever happens is outside my control. I can’t be bothered to stress about things outside my control.

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What I am bothered about is losing weight and getting fit. That much is within my control.

I have set myself a challenge of 21 days of staying on my diet 100% after some bad days when I ate crap for four days.

I am on day 6 of 21 and I have done 6 days of being on my diet 100%.

If I can do 21 days, I can do another 21 days regardless of whether I am in court in July or whatever turmoil is happening in my life.

If I can stay on my diet for 3 months without fucking it up yet again, I can lose 2 stones.

If I can do 3 months, I can do another 3 months.

If I stay 100% focused, I could reach goal or be very near to it by Christmas.

Now that is something I can control.

I have full control of my hand and full control of my mouth. The movement from hand to mouth is within my control. I am not being controlled by some robot.


Eating when I am stressed or depressed continues the vicious cycle of obesity.

It is time to finally break that cycle.


Now that’s something worth being bothered about.