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Perfidious Albion - #1

I've done well. I mean credit where credit is due. I've tried really hard to keep my part of the bargain, anyone can see that. The problem is, when I promised myself to commit to updating https://thethingsimissaboutengland.blogspot.com on a more regular basis. I challenged myself not to fly off the handle at the incompetence, laziness, ineptitude, brazen pilfering, backhand deals with dodgy Eton mates and comfy arrangement with coked-up/messed up city chums and demonic overseas backers. 

In fact, I swore to myself that I would not call out these feckless bunch of Neo-fascist chancers with their ghastly anti-immigrant stance and their divisive; smash the poor, starve the weak, kill the old and feed the rich policies. 

I also made sure I wouldn't draw attention to their numerous U-turns, vile distractions and abysmal solutions. 

I've done well. Unlike...

Brexit

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31st January 2020 - 11:00pm (GMT)

Sun-Tzu & The Art of Fucking Things up - Part 3

This seems to be a rather widely shared view.... We are screwed!

Sun-Tzu & The Art of Fucking Things Up - Part 2

Further update from HWSNBN...

"Dr Stewart Pearson soundalike DC going absolutely Tonto. He is balls deep in a rage. Nobody is safe. PM is cowering in his bunker. SPADS cueing up to jump off roof. DC has alienated so many already. Only the most meek and placid are happy to put their cock in the door for him to slam. 1922 alarm bells ringing. Even RKM concerned but publicly trying to swing heft of The Sun behind beleaguered (hence KFC graphic). Johnson has got 3 days to gain control of No.10... you couldn't make this shit up!"

Sun-Tzu & The Art of Fucking Things Up - Part 1

A close acquaintance is fortunate enough (or otherwise) to be a bit of a player in the current to-ing and fro-ing in the darker corners of Westminster. I received this today...

"Badly dressed Leave Campaign Übermensch DC convince that his zen like mind games are propelling the country towards well... disaster actually. And quite honestly he doesn't care, in fact he stands to benefit significantly from the chaos and carnage he is reaping. £ collapsing - doesn't care. PM already been rumbled - doesn't care. Government majority lost in a trice - doesn't care. Marching BAME women out of no 10 at gunpoint - doesn't care. He is Farage's advanced guard. This is not about the Country or Conservatives (about whom  - doesn't care). This is about him and him alone. It is just a game, whether he wins or not  - doesn't care. The man genuinely thinks he is Sun-Tzu, when in reality he is nothing more than a cut price Dr Stewart Pearson."

The only good thing about a Fascist Coup - The resistance!

ⓒ2019 Reproduced by kind permission of 'Who gives a F'

Martial Law

And so, the beginning of the end has arrived...

The four deliveroo riders of the apocalypse have picked up their orders and are heading our way. Don't think that Johnson and his KKKrew of elites are going to stop here. Close down Parliament, the monarchy happy to acquiesce, next stop shut down the BBC. Murdoch will happily spread the bad news. The internet will only be utilised to disseminate more lies. Outbreaks of unrest will lead to arrests, civil disobedience will drive the army onto the streets. This is what they have been training and bred for. 

This is their destiny - This is our fate!

English Civil War

When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear
you see his face so beaten in fear
an' it was just around the corner in the english civil war

It was still at the stage of clubs and fists
When that well-known face got beaten to bits
Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads

Alright

There you are, ha ha, I told you so
Says everybody that we know
But who hid a radio under the stairs
An' who got caught out on their unawares?
When that new party army came marching right up the stairs

When johnny comes marching home again
Nobody understands it can happen again
The sun is shining an' the kids are shouting loud
But you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
And the shadows keep falling when johnny comes marching home

I am English, I loved England & everything about it but...

The ironic thing about this blog is that when I first moved to Australia, my homesickness manifested itself in a number if rather alarming ways that I now shudder at. I would blithely wear English sporting attire at any opportunity (well, our cricket team was better then - although Joffra Archer's wonderful performance at Lords might suggest better things are still to come). I would openly display a Union flag and felt compelled to pick holes in my current circumstances and compare everything unfavourably to 'back home'. 

This was partly triggered by the sense of displacement I felt but equally it was a response to the the local Australian pride in their own  country. As time passed on, I would head back to the UK ostensibly to 'work' but more often than not, just to stock up on all the invaluable items I could not purchase in Sydney. Including (in no particular order of preference: Fred Perry t-shirts, Trickers Brogues, Marmite, John Smedley, decent selvedge Levis...). Sure there were a few quirky aspects that made me uncomfortable but I could even (very vaguely) tolerate those funny but obviously mad little Englander types like that odious little twerp Farage (rhymes with Garage) and that blithering buffoon Johnson. Only be cause they were harmless idiots! 

I am English, I loved England and everything about it!

But then...

A pack of lies, Russian influence, neo-con posturing, talk of Project Fear, the supine leadership of another Etonian dimwit Cameron, the ghastly horror of Prime Minister May the walking mothball, a misguided and lazy Labour opposition and now Britain finds itself staring down the barrel of abject disaster and humiliation. No deal = no medicine, food shortages, fuel shortages, port blockades, civil disobedience etc etc. This will be followed by a hard border for Northern Ireland, the return of the troubles (a few unsettled scores there), Scottish independence.... None of which is fantasy any more. 

We have the most right-wing government in Britain's history. We have two openly extremist political parties in the Brexit Party and UKIP. The members of whom actively share platforms with various Neo-Nazi groups including but not exclusive to the holocaust denying AfD of Germany... The sight of Anne Widdecombe and the rest of the Brexit Party turning their back on the European Union anthem is the most soul-destroying thing I have ever witnessed (and don't forget I once sat through a Tears for Fears gig, so I've suffered)! Ok, that is me being trite and frivolous... 

The prospect of martial law being imposed after the 31st October however is decidedly not funny and a real prospect. The fact that this scenario was given legitimate credence by of all things the Brexit championing The Sun might not mean it is true but does suggest it is on the agenda. Martial Law in Britain? Soldiers on the streets to stop riots and looting, where does it end?... Truly the stuff of a far-fetched dystopian nightmare. 

I am English, I loved England and everything about it!

But now...

I am English, I loved England and I am now aghast, horrified and feel utterly betrayed.