UK Fuel Crisis Solved - by Xmas.

The Tory Incompetence Party Crime Minister, Bonkers Boris Nonsense, might well be tearing out what remains of his unkempt blonde thatch, and banging one's proverbial head against a 10 Downing St wall, as the formerly-well-regulated daily life of Food Bank Britain goes to shit in a handcart - viz the serpentine queues at gas stations continuing to manifest - regardless of his 'from on high' proclamations that there is no fuel shortage – when, in fact, there is - when n  where we fucking need it - at our local filling stations.

Okay, no shortage at the refineries say Boris n his cronies – but how the flying fuck do common herd drivers fill up there? Hence we're down to zero options but lying in wait at the local gas stations for a tanker to arrive – then pounce, and cop a £30 quid top-up of diesel for the fuel-gulping 4 x 4 Chelsea tractor SUV's the posing Bimbo Brigade 'simply must have' to drive around town, ferry their brats to private schools, then get Mummy to her fat-arsed Pilates class – to meet up with her fat-arsed Woke Karen cronies.

Or, for a few £££ nicker less, fill up Granny's eco-friendlier three cylinder / one litre smart car run-around with regular unleaded.

To wit, that's the reason the filling station queues continue to grow unabated, cos the common herd don't believe – (with good reason, n rightly so) – a fucking word this – or any - government says. The credibility / trust factor in Broken Britain's government - any fucking government - Tory / Labour / Lib-Dum - has gone the way of the Dodo n suffered an extinction level event - thanks to the decades of deceit from cunts like war criminal Tony Bliar n the contemptible Posh Dave Scameron. 

Sorry Boris, but vacuous platitudes simply ain't gonna cut it anymore.

No shortage of fuel, the powers-that-be declare – then why the fuck have the gas stations closed up shop? – apart from selling shelf life expired sausage rolls n hot coffee – albeit the auto engine is yet to be invented that runs on Costa's over-priced best Brazilian blend latte.

Really, where the fuck is Guy Fawkes when you need him most?