I’d like to speak with someone in charge of the New World Order, thank you.

I’m thinking of starting a political blog, but frankly I’m still getting over Liz Truss.

I can’t quite believe that was allowed.

At a certain point in your upbringing, you come to appreciate that there are people in charge who oversee this sort of thing and make for certain that lunatics are only permitted to a moderate level of government – not the big job.

Not the job that affects me.

I’d have honestly hoped there was a cabal of people in dark suits in dark rooms, in which the lighting does’t quite reach their faces, one chap in a fez, another stroking a white and fluffy cat, all the same ilk of casually menacing potency, ready to stop Liz Truss from happening.

I have to say this, I’ve extremely disappointed in the New World Order.

If we’re being kept calm like chattel on the way to slaughter, I’d like to complain about the quality of this slaughterhouse’s economic situation.

We may all be about to die, but does the price of fruit and vegetables really have to take the piss as it currently does?

Can’t you picture the cabals’ shrouded faces, either in the aforementioned darkness or a genuine hood they’d wear, panicking as they rapidly email the senior minion in Puppet Recruitment to urgently rectify this error?

There’d probably be a crow in the room, just for aesthetics perhaps, but even the crow’s beak is hanging open when it’s coming to understand the secret rulers in the global elite have made a big whoopsie.

Everything is more expensive, everything is worse, Truss herself seems to be on a campaign of lunacy elevation in which she constantly ups her craziness whilst being very keen to clarify: “That’s not funny.“

When you can’t trust in the powers-that-secretly-be to keep business running as usual, there’s really little point in tolerating this status as a slave to the future of the oligarchy if things are going to be so rubbish on the way to grave.

I’m actually quite fond of the economy, it’s why I get up in the morning (that and my kids).

Its now been years since Truss, with no remedy in sight, even satire hasn’t worked.

I’m thinking maybe its time to throw off the shackles forged by whomever it is that’s oppressing us lately.

And then….well…then hope that there’s an even higher level of shadowy cabal that can make the route to final slaughter in the meat grinder of global supply chains a little less expensive fruit and veg-wise.

I really do need to find out that Complaints Procedure.

Anyone got a email for Putin so I can begin the process?

Sam