Satirists up and down the country are throwing their pens and finger bashing the backspace key in frustration.
“It’s the bloody Tories” said one writer for the Herald. “It’s really hard to make funny jokes about their policies, because there isn’t much to laugh at when it comes to the systematic destruction of public services, or the genocide of the disabled.”
“Taking the Mickey out of Corbyn is easy; gags about jumpers his mum made him and beige trousers just write themselves.”
“It’s same with Nuttall and Farron, who are like a modern day Laurel and Hardy, but more ridiculous.”
“Believe me, I’ve tried to find an angle to make light of thousands of kids living on a diet of Smart Price processed peas and infant orphans having their benefits cut but it’s more effort than can reasonably be expected.”
The writer, turned in his chair and wistfully looked out the window.
“I remember a simpler time, when the Tory cabinet consisted of a pig fancier, a coke head and that mutant Gove… Those were the days.”
“There’s more humour to be found on a palliative care ward than in the Tory manifesto… Well, at least before the funding for it is cut anyway.”
