a red queen, strangling in the solitude she prefers

It takes a really ruthless politician to ignore every warning sign, spin every story and offer bribes to attempt to get their way.

"Off with their heads," as the red Queen of Hearts from Alice might say.

The current gang know they have messed up and are using levels of Lewis Carroll reality distortion to attempt to wriggle free.

There's plenty would fancy a chance with the shiny crown, although everyone except the jester knows it too dangerous to attempt to wear at present.

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call
And call Alice, when she was just small

The first sweetener was some time ago, when the Conservatives offered £2 billion to the DUP in order to create a majority government. It set the pricing at around £100 million a vote, although the current pork barrel for the Withdrawal Agreement appears to be less.

It's not called corruption though, it's simply "National Renewal" at a time when swathes of British industry are being damaged by self-imposed threats of instability brought about with the uncontrolled lurches of the current incumbents.


When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know

I can't call these people leaders, managers or supervisors. Despite claims of taking back control, they use increasingly desperate measures to hold their fractured party together running a 'plucky UK against the world' narrative.

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off her head



These servants of the people have forgotten their place as elected representatives positioned to do the right thing for the people, whilst self-righteously claiming they are enacting the will of the people.

As for the promises, they are uncannily linked to post-Brexit. Promises as secure as the lies from that red bus two years ago. The same bus they are shoving Britain underneath.

If the monster was a drunk driver, we'd have dealt with the situation by now.

Talked to her in a quiet, private environment. Kept a light tone, calm and non-confrontational.

Remind ourselves that we are talking with someone under a toxic influence.

Explain to her that we are concerned about what she is doing and the need for preventative action.

Above all, we'd take her keys away.

But we don't seem able, such that this particular Red Queen race has degenerated to simple survival pitted against ever-evolving opposing organisms in a constantly changing environment.

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall