| Author: | VT | ISBN: | 1230001994698 |
| Publisher: | VT | Publication: | November 8, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | VT |
| ISBN: | 1230001994698 |
| Publisher: | VT |
| Publication: | November 8, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The group was never meant to be a government. The belief of the group was simply that any democratically elected government should serve its people first and foremost. In the UK in 2015 it was deemed that this was no longer the case.
“They’re at it again!” said Arthur quietly to himself. He’d just read yet another story about a politician using public money to purchase something entirely un-public. This time it was the cleaning of a moat. “Who the hell has a moat?” Arthur was a remote worker sat in his office looking through the day’s stories on his computer. MP’s expense stories had been coming out for years. Arthur shook his head. “No wonder no-one wants to see the news. Politician this, paedophile that, murder something else.” Along with the story of the MP’s moat that day were stories about the financial collapse still stinging people, violent crimes, even fraudulent behaviour by the same papers that were printing the stories. If someone were to judge based solely on the stories being covered in the news then the country was in a poor state of health indeed. Tied in to all of this was the people’s lack of faith in the police and justice system, specifically in what these institutions were allowed to do to protect the people. No punishment seemed to fit the crime anymore thought Arthur. Even when someone was convicted they seemed to be out of prison in half the time they were sentenced for. He shook his head. He didn’t know if his solitary way of working clouded his opinions of what was going on in the world or weather it offered him a shield against it.
The group was never meant to be a government. The belief of the group was simply that any democratically elected government should serve its people first and foremost. In the UK in 2015 it was deemed that this was no longer the case.
“They’re at it again!” said Arthur quietly to himself. He’d just read yet another story about a politician using public money to purchase something entirely un-public. This time it was the cleaning of a moat. “Who the hell has a moat?” Arthur was a remote worker sat in his office looking through the day’s stories on his computer. MP’s expense stories had been coming out for years. Arthur shook his head. “No wonder no-one wants to see the news. Politician this, paedophile that, murder something else.” Along with the story of the MP’s moat that day were stories about the financial collapse still stinging people, violent crimes, even fraudulent behaviour by the same papers that were printing the stories. If someone were to judge based solely on the stories being covered in the news then the country was in a poor state of health indeed. Tied in to all of this was the people’s lack of faith in the police and justice system, specifically in what these institutions were allowed to do to protect the people. No punishment seemed to fit the crime anymore thought Arthur. Even when someone was convicted they seemed to be out of prison in half the time they were sentenced for. He shook his head. He didn’t know if his solitary way of working clouded his opinions of what was going on in the world or weather it offered him a shield against it.
