The Glory Of Politics

I moved offices today. That is to say that I moved from one grubby, cold, horribly painted room to another grubby, cold, horribly painted room; specifically, the one next door. Nice, isn't it? So nice, even the cockroaches wipe their feet upon leaving and the mice send us welfare packages. My computer has less memory than my octogenarian Dad.

So, the next time you feel like biffing off about how everyone involved in Politics is stuffing their pockets at the expense of the proletariat, just remember that it is only those at the top who are getting fat and that, just like you, us lower orders are ripped off to the same extent.