The PM, Teresa May, emerged from her fortress of darkness to press upon the huddled masses that the NHS was not on the verge of a humanitarian crisis. The sky cracked with lightning and thunder rolled through the scene creating a atmosphere of malevolent evil. All in all it was a normal Sunday for the Tory party.
Jeremy Hunt, oozing from a pile of bin juice like a slimy alien entity who sustains himself on the misery of others. He hissed:
"The NHS is fine. The only problem is the greed of the staff. Staff who wish to be "fairly paid" for their efforts. Communist reds the lot of them! And our British bulldog sprit will not be eroded by these unions and their Queen hating ways."
The pile of bodies he stepped round in the A n E department groaned in pain. Smiling he delivered a solid kick to the side of one of the bodies.
"Our newest project to save the NHS cash is to dispose of half the staff in each hospital. This will mean more cash for lawsuits brought against the failing NHS for negligence. Then we'll be able to sell the NHS on to one of our parties benefactors for a knockdown price."
And they'll do it with the UK applauding their foresight. We probably won't even start protesting until the hospitals are sold off brick by brick and the only way the working class will be allowed any treatment will be once they've been neutered.
