Not waving but drowning

The British electorate comprises a sad bunch of bastards. We let our opinions be formed by the Sun or the Daily Mail on the whole. Jostling for space with Jordan’s love life, Amy and Pete’s substance abuse and the sexual peccadilloes of ugly footballers are the messages Lord Northcliffe and Rupert Murdoch want us to internalise. A shared set of chummy bigoted values is assumed as if all right thinking Brits pin the economic malaise on the scapegoat of the moment and agree that we are under constant threat from Islamic extremists. We are drowning in a mire of crass ignorance.