Boris Johnson, our mendacious prime minister, has been publicly rumbled. He sort of resigned outside Number Ten. Not from his prime-ministership, you understand – just the leadership of the Conservative Party. But the rest is mere formality, just a matter of time.
Isn’t it?
What about that Baker’s Dozen of familiar – and loathsome – faces now jostling to sit where BJ sits. Things are going to change… aren’t they? Those baying voices, all – bar one- promising massive tax cuts. Conveniently forgetting that the £400bn cost of the pandemic will somehow have to be paid back. That the fraudulent Brexit agreement depends on an irreconcilable contradiction. That being tough with the UK’s major export market is causing that market to be equally tough in return. That the UK’s pathetic reliance on the “special relationship” with the USA appears to have vapourised.
Of course I’m glad to see the end of the buffoon, but the eight weeks before he actually starts making millions on the lecture circuit are going to seem like purgatory. Thereafter someone who supported him during three years of lying will start restoring order. Or try to. Tax cuts can either be financed by government borrowing or cutting public services. Hey, why not close down the NHS? A big saving there. But please make sure another pandemic isn’t just round the corner.
Cost of living crisis! The poor having to choose between eating and heating! But it’s not just the UK’s economy that’s in pieces. We seem to have disintegrated morally. I’m ashamed to admit my national origins.
We used to sneer at governments (typically South American) as Banana Republics. So what are we? A Fish And Chip Republic? With vinegar in short supply.
Reading this makes me think of the Trump years here in the US, and the ongoing idiocy of the Republican Party that he left behind. Stupidity seems to running rampant around the planet these days. I wonder how any of us will get out of the mess we're in, or if we will at all. The downward spiral of everything seems relentless in its trajectory.
ReplyDeleteNewRobin13/MikeM: Don't forget that nearly half the US population voted for Trump. Also that at the UK's last General Election the Conservative party won the largest majority of seats in the House of Commons for the last fifty years.Both democratic processes, you know. It isn't just the politicians - can you trust your neighbours? There are lots of so-called ordinary people who seem to prefer madness.
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ReplyDeleteGo buy a bottle of champagne and celebrate, for crying out loud. Perhaps the worm is turning. And even if it isn't, there's still champagne, my friend!
ReplyDeleteColette: Imagine a skunk has got into your root cellar. Fear of confinement has caused it to stink the place out, such that no one dare go down and show it the way out. Fear of confinement leads the skunk to suffer a cardiac arrest, a serious one. It dies and its body begins to putrefy. The smell is not only sickeningly overwhelming but close to being tangible. A techno-neighbour devises a flexible pole equipped with a hook and a mini-camera; using the camera as guide, the neighbour hooks into the rotting pile and brings it out into the yard where it is hurriedly burnt.
DeleteTentatively you unlock the entrance to the cellar and the mere disturbance caused by the lock's movement, causes the stench to waft out through the keyhole. After a prolonged period of vomiting you beseech the neighbour for help. He shrugs his shoulders: "I just do poles. You need a stench guy. I'm told there's one in New Mexico but I hear he's well booked up."
Convert the fanciful (if horrible) details of this scenario to fit my present political situation. Champagne isn't in any way powerful enough. And absinthe is hard to come by.
Thank goodness he's gone - well nearly gone. Not gone enough to have one last party at Chequers.
ReplyDeleteNow we have all the lunatics competing to be in charge of the asylum and expecting us to believe they didn't approve of all his antics all the time they said they did. And to fix everything that is broken when it's twelve years of them that's broken it.