Miliband’s tablet of stone may cost him my vote
You have the advantage over me. You know the result of the general election, whereas I do not — a consequence of the moronically linear progression of time. Indeed, you may already have fled to one of those countries with a much lower tax rate and less fantastically irritating politicians — Algeria, for example, or Benin. Or Chad. And you are reading this digitally on some patched-in fibre-optic service, the electricity generated by goats trotting forlornly around a gigantic hamster wheel outside — but you are nonetheless delighted with your new life, despite the flies and the occasional gang of marauding, maniacal jihadis. At least you’re not here to experience Britain
 
			
		 
		 
			 
										 
			 
			 
										 
			 
										 
			 
			 
										 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
										 
			 
			 
										 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			