Pandemical Polemical Boris Johnson is PM, not representing Us, just Them, the Few that would deny a penny to the poor deserving Many. Let's hope we can undo this schism unmasked by an algorithm, undermined by a disease that mutates like a passing breeze. Yet the monstrous mutant, hale and hearty, to be rid of, is the Tory Party along with all it's City mates, financial backers, initiates in the ways of exploitation, greed and mutual masturbation, wankering each other off with their snouts deep in the trough. There's a plumby job for a girl or boy who's dedicated to destroy any whiff of Socialism. "Let's build another algorithm to wipe out any tiny chance that people become free to dance the dance of vibrant Liberty around the trunk of Freedom's tree." Yes, Boris Johnson as PM has writ these words and posted them, a subtext of his vile wit; surely we're fed up with it. Surely we can build a fight to rid us of this cancerous blight. Let's populate each local street, encouragingly entreat a revolution of we proles to lift our hearts, light up our souls; to urge us proletariat to start a fiery samizdat, a clandestine publication promoting urgent liberation from these feckless, bloated twisters. So what we need are stout resisters organising every place where there is a human face, a mouth to feed, a child to tend, the lonely one who wants a friend, the needy sick, the unemployed, the desperate and the near destroyed. Let's rise together and follow the call, see these exploiters head for a fall from the grace they, in error, think that they merit. Let's do it! There's only a World to Inherit!