Big Bad Dom - Covid enquiry

Human existence throws up millions of remarkable things daily including; how funny it is that a picture, a song or a scent can transport me back to a specific time and place in a heartbeat. Whilst I’m certainly not comparing the vision of the sunken, haunted scowl of Dominic Cummings at the COVID inquiry to the feelings invoked when seeing Turner’s “The Fighting Temeraire’. Or the image of my then ex-girlfriend standing by the record player with her new boyfriend every time I hear ‘This Old Heart of Mine’ by The Isley Brothers or even the giddy response I get when a well-dressed businesswoman glides past leaving the most subtle trail of Eau Dynamisante in her wake.

But certainly, the preoccupied hollow look of the Conservatives (unelected) Covid Commissar shot me straight back to 2020, sitting at my home office desk during the height of the pandemic. 

 

Now, I must confess to being somewhat morbidly interested in old Dom. The fact that he moved to Russia after graduating from Oxford is often overlooked (maybe it isn’t true, another Wiki-lie?). His determination to eviscerate and evaporate obstacles (or taking up wilful and contrarian positions) is something to be examined in more detail at another time. 

 

It also reminds me yet again that the right often seems to have the reputation for more radical thinking and “big brain” ideas than the left, a sort of the devil has all the best tunes motif that strikes me as being very tired and overplayed. When surely there are enough dynamic leftist thinkers proposing new and vibrant ways of creating a more equitable society – surely? (Note to self: like whom? more work to be done!).

 

Anyway, back to the matter in hand. Cummings at the COVID post-mortem has dredged up all sorts of memories of a) my own personal experience of lockdown and b) the complete and utter shit show that the Buffoon and his puppeteer oversaw. A reminder to all concerned never ever leave a complete narcissist in control of a country in a crisis (UK/USA you have been warned).  To be honest, the lived experience in Australia seems to have been considerably better than that of GB & NI, despite having our own clown at the helm.

 

The horror of Dr Stewart Pearson (aka the Dominator) thinking he knew better than Westminster mandarins might be technically true but at no single stage did old Dommy two brains comprehend that his reprehensible and neolithic approach to man/woman management might be adding to the carnage. The upside/downside of deluded self-styled thought leaders is that their interpersonal skills are so appalling they can never see things through. 

 

Anyway, those lockdown memories keep flooding back. 

 

Plus	Minus
Not having to speak to anyone	Diminishing savings
Time to play the guitar	Bad food decisions
Grow a daft beard	Err…
Listen to John Lee Hooker all day	That’s it… except for
Quiet streets	When lockdown was lifted
No need for excuses for not working	When lockdown was lifted
Not having to speak to anyone…	When lockdown was lifted

 

TBC

Perfidious Albion - #3

The horrorshow that is Brexit & Covid beggars belief. And yet, the blatant cronyism, piled on top of the numerous grants offered to numerous friends of the Tory government - are like breadcrumbs leading us to the bigger project that is rumbling along inside No.10 - 

The break up of the Union.

Perfidious Albion - #2

I wake up in the middle of the night and have to check the news. What ghastly horrors await? What have they done this time? How much have they stolen? Can nobody stop them? Just exactly when did all the adults leave the room? Does integrity count for nothing? Does honesty count for even less these days? I always believed that the notion of 'one rule for them and another rule for us', was a rather trite appraisal of the situation. But it would seem that I was kidding myself... The old and oft spouted adage adage that "if you are not a Socialist by the time you are 21 - then you haven't got a heart. But if you are not a Tory by the time you are 40 - then you haven't got a brain" is something that has stuck in my craw ever since my very first day at work. 

Although in these days, it would seem that even the old time 'One Nation' Tories would be tarred with a similar brush. The new brutalism of the current Eton crop leaves many traditional Tories gasping for air. And the thing I don't understand is that, if they played the old game, they would still be in control. This new approach seems so hellbent on leading us at breakneck speed towards chaos that they are going to break everything they once held dear. 

Or is this all part of Der Masterplan...

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...

The Cummings Dozen

The original purpose of this blog was to enable me to reflect on the things that sprang to mind about the country of my birth and where I’d lived for all my life until moving to the other side of the world in 2007. Some of the memories/recollections/visions were obvious... “Spangles eh! Remember them?” Some less so...

It has never meant to be a space for me to champion anything approaching some sort of superiority for being born in English. It is purely sleight of hand, a trick of fate. Being born in England, at the time I was born does not bestow greatness of any kind. Although I recognise the exceptionally good fortune I have had: No major war, relatively good health and a good education etc. England is just another place on the planet, with borders, people, history, pubs, memories, lies, arcane laws, ludicrous accents, wild folk tales and long winters.

England is just a country and currently it is in a mess.

It has been hijacked by dangerous ‘influences’ (NB not influencers - save them for a wholly different day) who seem to think that the British Empire still exists and that more importantly the entitled are somehow born of greater value, IQ and worthiness. The cult of the Pseudo-Scientific at the heart of this current government (Neo-Tory/Fascist) is an alarming but not unsurprising trend. They sadly believe such guff and nonsense and without a credible opposition (Political &/or Media) they are being allowed to dip a toe in the water to market test the viability of their obnoxious eugenics obsession.

Choose the brightest egg from these, guaranteed top IQ - The Cummings Dozen.

These are the darkest of times and we must accelerate our resistance, time is running out.