The social media pages are buzzing with opinion on Mr Cummings, read it don’t read it, care, don’t care, it’s up to you? He broke the guidelines pure and simple and inside of holding up his hand and admitting it he and his government toadies are trying to justify and defend his actions. It seems some of the press is complicit in this defence and are no longer brave enough to condemn and shout for his resignation. This is just not about it happens to be Dominic Cummings, this is about holding a position in a government post which made rules you can fined for breaking and he broke them! If any other government official broke the rules, like the scientist who had his lover round, they go, resign, simple. This was not essential and no amount of spin and twisting is going to cover it up. Explain it anyway you want, he broke the rules and in his position should be held to higher standard. I feel sorry for his family I’m sure they could do without the publicity. He on the other hand is deserving of all that comes his way, as any of us would be if we had transgressed.
He is the architect of so much Boris does he cannot afford to lose him. If he does not ask him to resign then what does that say to those of us who behaved the way were told to?
It will be the people who will have to press for his removal, surely even the most committed Tory supporter cannot condone his actions?
And now a short story........your welcome!
The Wall
He had no clue who had done it but there it was. Yesterday it was a blank surface clean pristine without a mark. Now almost every square inch was filled with one word repeated over and over “BASTARD”.
He had to admire the neatness of the printing. It was beautifully done and spaced so that each word was separate and clear. He studied it for some time walking back and forth along its length inspecting the application. He concluded it had been done with a spray can, more than one colour, blue, red, green, black and a pale purple. A ladder would had to have been used, there was no other way they could have got right to the top. Some BASTARDS were large some were small almost to small to read.
He marvelled at the speed it would have taken to have done it. Even if there had been more than one artist and he suspected there must have been it was quite an achievement.
Who was aimed at? Did whoever had written this word again and again dislike one person or was it just a general message for all?
He laughed there was no doubt it was meaning was to convey, than someone or everybody was a Bastard!
There must have been witnesses to this once clean wall being written on. He decided he might knock on a few doors and ask if anyone had seen it happen?
A hour later he was none the wiser not one person had seen a thing they were all tucked up in their houses oblivious.
Sergeant Harris was an experienced policeman and he’d seen a thing or two in his time but never a wall covered in such neat graffiti. Nearing retirement he was often sent to investigate the more esoteric happenings in the town. This one had been reported early this morning and when he’d arrived at the station he been despatched to go and investigate. There was graffiti of all kinds, especially in underpasses and down by the railway. Tags, as they were called of all sorts sprayed on concrete surfaces. There was no tag on this composition just the word Bastard written again and again until there was no room to write it anymore. They could have signed it he mused make my job easier, he smiled to himself.
He had to decide whether to investigate, after all it was defacing public property but if that was the case the police would be often chasing down graffiti artists.
Sergeant Harris opinion was that whilst many of these drawings were repugnant some were fun and whimsical and brightened up the the dullness. This particular one rather amused him he admired it. Whoever had done it was not just randomly spraying bastard over the wall this had taken planning and precision. He knew it would have to be covered but he rather hoped it could be left as a reminder that there were rather a lot of bastards in the world.
The Sergeant got back in his car and returned to the station. He would write his report but maybe he would delay putting it in for a little time just to give the wall a little longer to broadcast it’s message.
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