THE VERDICT

large (1)I woke up on Friday morning, clambered over my boyfriend’s sleeping body and reached for Twitter. I scrolled through reams of harsh wake up calls, hoping for a mistake or a recount, disbelieving the news that it had been a Tory victory during the night.

There was no denying it: you, the people, had spoken.

I face palmed.

I rolled my eyes.

And was eventually kicked out of bed at 6am as I wriggled and huffed about the forthcoming five years of misery.

I won’t dwell on why I’m so confused and saddened by the selfish choices Britain made on 7th May. I won’t try to convince you that your choice was wrong, because quite frankly, it’s too late. I won’t bother with how Miliband would have made a fantastic leader and I don’t think I need to list the reasons why you should be as worried as I am about the fate of our people.

The vandalism and violent protests, however, are condemned with every fibre of my being. I am proud that we live in a democracy and it was a clear win, I am not contesting that. I just want to know how it was such an epic defeat. And why you voted that way.

The only good thing to come out of this blue win is that while they’re busying themselves with f***ing up our country and the lives of hundreds of families across Britain, us Labour supporters will have the time time to learn from what has happened and work on building a stronger team in time for the next election. I’ll be 31 by then, probably married, maybe with a family, which means that I’ll be fighting twice as hard to have it my way and secure a brighter future for everyone.

I don’t know how I’m going to work on making what I believe in a reality, but I do know that if I don’t do something about it now, then nothing will ever change.

They say you have to hit rock bottom before things start looking up. Well we’re there. So stay strong, stop moaning and fight for what you believe in.

Join us here to make a difference. Now.

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