On Sunday, I was sat in my comfy chair (Jasmine Linen vintage, from John Lewis) watching the war in Ukraine on CNN. My mind wandered in the vista of carnage on display. I started to think 'Why?'. Why is this happening? Why did President Putin invade?
As my brain whirred into action, my eyes roved idly, taking in the surroundings. Suddenly, like a deep huff of top quality catnip, it hit me.
It was all linked. Brexit, Trump, Putin, Russia, Facebook, Sexism, Racism, Sunday drivers, The Alt Right, Pocket lint, Colonialism, Treading on a Lego brick, The War. It all ties together with Mr Banks.
Join up the dots, people. This war was a simple distraction: Putin, once again, providing cover for Mr Banks's nefarious activities.
What made the connection was seeing Chairman Miaows empty food bowl.
This war had me distracted, my focus on the TV, rather than the catflap. Banks had greased himself up, slithered through the catflap and devoured the delicious cat food whilst I was zoning out to the distracting explosions and mindless commentary.
I demand justice: My cats are hungry. Brexit means there is no cat food for sale ever again. This is a catastrophe of biblical proportions. I'm not exagarating an iota when I say this is the worst thing that has ever happened in Europe. We need a new Nuremburg trial to bring these criminals to justice.
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