"...the country I love, boo bloody hoo..."

Yeah, the country that made me rich, the country that can go to hell on a handcart as long as me and my Tory lackeys have their wealth protected. I love this country but not enough to police the streets to protect young people from knife crime and county lines, not enough to protect the most vulnerable from intolerable and fascistic benefits rules, not enough to stop our schools (state ones, of course, not private: heaven forfend!) from crumbling away, not enough to provide the most basic prompt healthcare for the poorest, not enough to protect vulnerable workers from sharks who provide zero-hours contracts and exploitative jobs without security, not enough to get to grips with a burgeoning mental ill-health crisis, not enough to be bothered to address the questions of homelessness and reliance on food banks. Not enough to make immigrants and refugees feel welcome in the fifth richest economy in the world. Not enough to accept, here in my Westminster bubble, that brexit would pitch this country into hell. Oh yes, It's the country I love. Boo hoo.