The night of the 2024 UK General Election

I'm sitting on sofa, staring at the TV. The numbers are coming in, and the air is thick with anticipation, dread, and a certain kind of tension that only politics in the uk can provoke. You’d think that after years of Tory rule and countless scandals, this would be the night of liberation, the night when the people finally take a stand. But instead, what I feel is the realization that the fight doesn’t end here. No, not even close.

The usual suspects are all there. Kuenssberg, Rigby, Peston, the lot of them, ready to spin whatever narrative best fits their establishment agenda. These Tory shills, dressed up as journalists, have made a career out of undermining any threat to the Conservative status quo. It doesn’t matter how many times Starmer will do something sensible the country so desperately needs, tory shills twist his every word, misrepresent every decision, and manufacture outrage over the most trivial things. It’s not just journalism; it’s performance art, a disgraceful, cynical act designed to feed the beast of right wing media.

The man can’t even wear a new suit without the tabloids and the Twitter trolls jumping down his throat. As if that was the real issue, not the multimillion pound corruption scandals that have plagued the Tory government for over a decade. But that's how it works, right? Distraction. Deflection. Misdirection. Anything to keep the heat off the real villains in the room.

Starmer has his flaws, sure. But compared to the tory circus act that’s been running the country for the past 14 years, he’s the grown up in the room. And that’s what scares them. The Tories and their media enablers have thrived on chaos, on division, on whipping up fear and anger to distract from their own incompetence. I want something different. Stability. Competence. Dignity. Qualities that, for all their bluster, the Tories haven’t been able to muster in years.

After nearly three months, I know the battle is far from over. The Tory press will be out for blood in the next five years, spinning their loss as some kind of moral victory, painting Starmer as weak, indecisive, out of touch. 

This isn’t just about Starmer or Labour. It’s about the country I want to live in. It’s about whether I want to continue down the path of division and destruction or whether we want to build something better, something fairer, something that actually works for the people who live here, not just the Tory scum and their media lapdogs.

So yeah, instead of retiring from my online presence, I’ll be posting. Arguing. Fighting. Because the disgraceful Tory shills can’t have the last word. Not today. Not ever.