"And the results of the general election are in.....the elected Prime Minister of England is now....'The Dogs'."
(A hubub of confusion. People urge the votes to be checked again.)
".......No I'm afraid that's definitely it. This country has gone to The Dogs."
So up would walk 'The Dogs' (who happen to be 3 massive dogs who have no political understanding whatsoever) to give a speech. It's an absolute shambles.
"Urm...okay....first of all, I think there should be.....less taxes?" says one, trying to win the crowd over.
"How do you intend on making this possible?" asks a reporter. Another dog steps in to help his buddy out.
"Well....just make them lower, you know..."
"What would this mean for our country's capital? The healthcare? Schools? Police?"
"Oh. Oh yeah. Well, make them better as well."
An awkward silence ensues.
The Dogs sense that this speech isn't going well and retreat to 10 Downing Street to regroup.
"What the fucking fuck are we going to do?" asks one dog.
"I don't know, people on panel shows are always banging on about taxes and shit so I thought it'd be good to make them lower?"
"Well it would make sense wouldn't it?"
"In all honesty I didn't think we'd get elected anyway. I haven't the slightest fucking clue what's going on, I'm a dog."
The country doesn't take long to descend into absolute chaos. No taxes are being paid so policemen and doctors are out of work, crime and sickness is on the up, there is no trade whatsoever between countries because the dogs have no concept of ownership.
The first meeting between Barack Obama and The Dogs is comical at best. They can't even shake his hand and pose for the photos, because they're fucking dogs. Instead they just sort of stand around him. Everyone in America's all like: "Why the fuck did Barack Obama go all the way to England just to hang out with some dogs?" and people are all like: "They're the Prime Minister of England," and they're all: "Say whaaaat??"
Eventually The Dogs would accept that they should stick to doing what they do best, and they just bound around 10 Downing Street lolling their tongues about whilst being not as clever as cats.
Interestingly though, despite all the chaos and riots ensuing in the country, nobody ever complains that 'this country has gone to the dogs.' Bizarre isn't it? Because it literally has.
What's wrong with complaining about things literally? I suppose it'd make conversation a lot more clumsy because you'd have to summarise every thing about the country that isn't to your liking, by which time the bus ride would be over and the other person would be getting off to get on with their life. So I suppose in a way it's fair enough to use this phrase, but please spare a thought for the people in an alternate reality who actually live in this situation. Over and out.
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