British Bloodlines Unraveled

A wee fraction of my forebears, strictly along the paternal line, hailed from the continent of Europe.

Yet the rest of my lineage is overwhelmingly British and Irish, one might say.

And do I concern myself with this? Not much, for it has not bestowed upon me riches or contentment. I still meander through life, seeking some semblance of purpose.

It’s rather clear that I hold differing opinions from those who’ve governed my homeland during my stay here.

Now, the matter of how Britain ought to atone for its historical misdeeds is a ponderous one.

We’ve slapped ourselves with economic sanctions, struggling to afford warmth and sustenance, with some unfortunate souls dwelling on the streets. Shall we go so far as to perish next…

…Hold on a moment, we’ve already endured that, haven’t we? Over 200 thousand souls lost to COVID, is that to be deemed sufficient reparation? Should it be seventy million? Why do the Tories seem to be afflicting us all? Is it a calculated infliction, or have they simply elevated incompetence to an entirely new echelon?

And if it’s incompetence, could it potentially border on criminal negligence, a form of manslaughter, perhaps with a touch of deceit thrown in?

The Tories, as they always seem to do, manage to secure victory for themselves in the end.