Why we’re in a far better state than our cousins in the US . . . T
HE more I see and read about America and its upcoming presidential election, the more I’m glad I live in the UK.
The Disunited States increasingly seem like a nation that has lost its soul and conscience, where the asylum inmates not only took charge but look as if they could even get a second term and then throw away the key and stay put.
We have our problems in Britain, of course, but they appear normal when set against those being suffered in the so-called Land of the Free.
We continue to navigate a Covid crisis that has reaped a cruel toll,
Brexit negotiations for a trade deal with Europe seem to be failing at a time of world recession, and our Government often appears to operate in a shambolic manner as strings are pulled by everybody’s political pantomime villain Dominic Cummings, the chap with an eye specialist in Barnard Castle.
This is also the nation of irony in which Jeremy Corbyn was voted the Best Prime Minister Britain
would today be worth a bit more than a million: £3,000 was in cash and the other £2,000 in goods. It took almost three years to sell the necessary number of tickets and was not a success because the next national lottery didn’t happen until 1750.
The modern UK version launched in 1994 on TV with presenters Noel
Never Had in a Twitter poll, after leading his party to its worst electoral defeat since 1935, and heroes of the NHS are having to fight for financial recognition under the banner “Stop Clapping, Start Paying”.
In the midst of the confusion, it is voices like that of footballer Marcus Rashford, who is heading a campaign to end child hunger in the UK, that makes me believe in the future of our country. His is the voice of experience on behalf of the dispossessed. He told MPs: “I spoke to a mother who, along with her two young sons, is currently living off three slices of bread a day – soaking them in hot water and adding sugar, hoping that the porridge consistency might better sustain the hunger of her one-year-old child.”
That’s a reality beyond the acknowledgement of the US President
I spoke to a mother who, along with her two young sons, is living off three slices of bread
a day
Edmonds and Anthea Turner, with whom I once shared a shower. Not that she was in it at the time, I should add.
Anthea took a ride on an inflatable banana in St George’s Bay, Malta (like you do), a few hours before catching a flight back to the UK, and after checking out of her own hotel, she needed a shower prior to travel so, being a gentleman, I offered her our room at the Dragonara Hotel.
but one which Boris Johnson will have the compassion to understand.
Hopefully the campaign will succeed. Hopefully the NHS heroes will gain just reward. Hopefully we will move on from Covid and national financial problems to become a fairer society without vigilantes shooting people in the street.
Our governments, of whatever political background, are held in
Unfortunately my gallantry was not rewarded by any kind of favouritism or reciprocation in that first TV draw, in which top prize was £7 million and the odds of winning, by picking six numbers from 49, were one in 14 million. Today’s odds in the UK Lottery are one in 45 million and, in the Euro, one in 140 million.
Seems like I came out a winner with my £2.50 intact. check and to account by an established system of democracy that is evolving in the modern age and has proved itself far superior to the US version.
Hopefully, a groundswell of younger voters, who are better educated and informed, can make a difference to the future of what is still a green and very pleasant land, in comparison to the one occupied by our cousins across the Pond.