Normally, on the day of a General Election, I’d say ‘the talking’s over’. But this time I have to say, ‘the shouting, swearing, lying, cheating, obfuscating, disseminating, miscalculations, economy with the truth and character assassinations are over’.

It’s been dirty. It’s been mean. It’s been a slanging match, a slagging match, a fistfight, a brawl and… and… and pretty much the same shit that’s been happening in politics since Brexit was elected 3 long and horrible years ago.

But this isn’t about Brexit. And yet it is. Totally and completely. And thus represents yet another wonderful facet of this most horrendous, divisive and destructively chaotic event suffered in my lifetime. To the extent that politics in the UK is now officially ‘broken’.

Leaving the general consensus, as seen almost universally when the public are questioned, that ‘none of them are worthy of my vote’. And a truer truism ne’er there was. They’re all awful. The lot. Terrible. What did we do to deserve such a shambles? Other than vote to leave the EU, obviously. But ‘we’ did vote that.

If not for Brexit we wouldn’t be ‘enjoying’ a General Election on a shitty dull rainy day a week before Christmas. And so vote we have to. The plan being that Boris might win the majority he needs, and didn’t have, to ‘enjoy’ finishing the beginning of the Brexit process. So much enjoyment all round. No wonder there’s such ‘feel good’ in the country.

But this not about ministers and parliamentarians and governments. It’s about tactics. It’s about being presented with a bunch of nincompoops, one of which HAS to end up in charge of the asylum. Like a video-game without the fun. How do you get Brexit (if that’s what you want) but still vote Lib Dem (if that’s who you were)??? Impossible. How can you be any kind of decent human being but wish to vote Labour? Or if you’re like me, how can you avoid Brexit (which I’d dearly love) but am forced to vote for the most Brexity party ever (other than anything to do with Farage which obviously doesn’t count) in fear of what might otherwise happen.

So much tactical voting. Some for whom Brexit is the priority, thus avoiding the Lib Dem’s and (hopefully) the fence-sitters of Labour too. Others intent on Corbyn’s pack of lies damned lies and unworkable expenditure, Brexit or not. And then there’s me. Who would sell every part of my soul and most of my principles (not footballing ones, obviously, but the rest) to keep Corbyn out of power.

May the least obnoxious bastard scumbag win.

A xxxx