Showing posts with label Tory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tory. Show all posts

Monday, 5 September 2022

Heaven help us all

And so, on the day we should be celebrating the departure of the blonde be-wigged Billy Bunter tribute act, we find out that his replacement is the anti-royalist, Liberal Democrat, Remainer, Conservative, Royalist, Brexiter Liz Truss, the stupid man's Margaret Thatcher. The Iron Lady? More like Tin Lizzy!




Wednesday, 9 September 2020

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...


Friday, 4 September 2020

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...

Tuesday, 4 August 2020

Day in the life of a Poet (August 2020)

The Mask

I can see you now
two-way mirror
trying to convince yourself
that all will be well
looking round the room
hoping someone
will catch your
bloodshot eyes
the dull lids
conceal nothing
the hollow words
betray everything

only highlighting

the yawning chasm
between truth and you.



Thursday, 20 February 2020

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.

Sunday, 8 September 2019

Sun-Tzu & The Art of Fucking Things Up - Part 4

Dr Stewart Pearson (AKA Dominic Cummings) is poised to spend more time skulking around the corridors of Westminster, despite being in contempt of Parliament. He even approached Jeremy Corbyn whilst swigging from a glass of wine and challenged him to allow the desired General Election to go ahead. HWSNBN reports...


"Cummings' rather unsubtle aim of bullying Parliament into an early election and thus allowing a 'Non-Aggression Pact' between Farage and Johnson to return a neo-fascist right-wing government. The premise being that the Labour, SNP, Lib-Dem, Change, Green and Independent Alliance will not be able to coalesce around a united no deal strategy... Kick out the One Nation Tories and replace them with Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Übermensch Tories and mad-dog Brexiteers. Hardly the most subtle of strategies but one that is doomed to success unless... unless..."
And so, the message is very clear. There are no rules, no etiquette, no sense of justice or fair play any more. Just because we are currently having fun at Johnson's expense, don't think for one second they are taking their eye off the biggest prize at all.


A new Britain - unlike anything we've ever known.