They are all running a policy decision to push everything as far as they can, almost certain in the knowledge that the checks and balances that are supposed to be in place will not be implemented, largely due to the 'stunned' effect that Trump has relied on - the system just can't get that someone is blatantly bent and pretty much admitting it, and daring someone to do something, which they won't because they daren't, their own career depending on it. The inbuilt deference to 'noble authority' in their core base of well-off middle-aged people helps, as do the shameless nods to poor and angry mobs lurking in the background - both here and in the US. It's cheap and nasty authoritarianism, but implemented by people without the talent or the personal charisma to pull it off properly, hence the awkward 'interviews' and endless 'supportive statements'. No doubt Andrew Marr and Sophy Ridge will have more of them in the morning. But I think they are collapsing under the sheer weight of their own incompetence and hubris. Brexit should finish them off, but it may do the same to us - unless of course it gets postponed again, for 'practical reasons' - like a pandemic in full flow.
'Then the words don't fit you,' said the King, looking round the court with a smile. There was a dead silence.
'It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.
'No, no!' said the Queen. 'Sentence first?verdict afterwards.'
'Stuff and nonsense!' said Alice loudly. 'The idea of having the sentence first!'
'Hold your tongue!' said the Queen, turning purple.
'I won't!' said Alice.
Off with her head!' the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody moved.
'Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!'
At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her: she gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon her face.
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