With further revelations in the pages of Da Pijjonpost every day, feelings in the country continue to run high, with politicians now rating somewhere below Black Death or a night in the company of Nolli Edna on the popularity stakes. Yet there is still a worrying feeling that the fact of this level of outrage is yet to penetrate the thick walls of Da Grevvitren, or the apparently even thicker skull of the speaker, Bagwnd Baffuld. Things have reached a point where Mr Baffuld is surrounded by members proffering swords on which for him to fall but seems highly reluctant to do so, confident of the support of governing Krep Party politicians who, in the words of one member, would never try and throw out a working-class, former Mars-Bar-batterer from Dipfryde. This attitude is, of course, pretty typical of the Krep party, indicating as it does both an appalling tendency to patronise anyone who didn't go to university or is possessed of the wrong sort of accent and also the kind of defective moral compass that suggests Krep Party members keeping an incompetent in place because he's working class would be any better than the Nyesti Party keeping someone in post merely because he's a Hungri-educated merchant banker.
(1) though some might claim that I have never previously hesitated to bore them with anything at all.
(2) for the history of the allowances scandal, see Coughing (and Shuffling) Up, Perked Up, Swine Flu Fever, Kryptonite of the Long Knives, He Who Pays the Piper ... et al.