Jonathan Pie is just a character played by actor and comedian Tom Walker. Pie has become a bit of a cult figure over here in Britain and a thorn in the establishment's side. The idea is that he's a news reporter but he often bitterly disagrees with the version of the news he is asked to tell and when he's "off air" he rants about political truths he's not allowed to broadcast on his imaginary mainstream TV channel.
Last week our current Tory Prime Minister, Rishi Sunak, sought to distance himself from established green policies and to slow down the pace of change in that critical area. This is all about him appealing to the lowest common denominator in order to win votes in the forthcoming General Election. Currently The Tories (Conservative Party) are in for a trouncing and Sunak is desperately looking to change gear, even making stuff up about proposed green measures.
Once again, Jonathan Pie has seen through the bullshit:-
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Health Update
Your faithful correspondent survived the weekend and the poorliness caused by a) a urinary tract infection and b) a disagreeable course of antibiotic capsules is now in remission. Though still far from top form, I did manage to stroll down to the local post office today to purchase a birthday card for our beloved daughter Frances. Unbelievably - she will be thirty five tomorrow.
I’m having a realization. I don’t think I’ve been granted the desires of my heart, because what I want isn’t in line with God’s will for my life. As much as I want the glory, and therein lies the problem, I’ve been selfish in my desire. God must be protecting me fiercely. Thank you for thinking I’m amazing. In the past, I would dispute that fact, but today I will accept the compliment. I may not think it or feel it, but I will claim it. Making an effort to change my habits. I’ve been speaking negatively about myself for years. Thanks to a therapist for digging to the roots with me. I’m not cured. I’m not sure I will ever be, but I deserve to love and be loved. Could it be: He hasn’t answered because the creation I needed to love first, is the one I struggle to look in the mirror. Forty, the year I stop bashing the one who least can afford the beating. Jesus, therapy and medicine, the elixir. The reason I still have breath today.