The kids would run alongside waving to us! Hard to believe that we were bombing the hell out of them a short while ago.
Politics.
Change
ANGRY
ANGRY
My mind is crippled
My emotions crawl
My memory limps
My psychology stalls
Shouting over the tramping of those worker ants
Standing in the shadow of these anorexic dwarves
My arguments decay into worthless rants
My best ideas become fodder for the wolves
There must be more than this
There has to be a way
That gives a sense of purpose
With something real to say
Somewhere between the mindless and the mean
Between the leaders and followers
What is and might have been
Between the sickeningly sweet and the vicious kick
Between the awesome mystery
Religion and the sick.
Somewhere between the ageing and the end
Between the discovery and death
The laws to break and mend
Between the exploiting cynic and the devotee
Between the moments that matter
And the lives of you and me.
There must be more than this
There has to be a way
That gives a sense of purpose
With something real to say
Opher 23.10.96
Boris Johnson Speaking about the Corona Virus
The Corona Diaries – Day 633
A very foggy day today. It stopped me from going for a walk. I’ve been immersed in sorting music and playing a lot of different stuff – Pete Green’s Fleetwood Mac, Elmore James and John Martyn were the main ones!
A laid-back day!!
I also went and did some shopping. That felt strange. Masks and social distancing prevailed but I sense there is a lot of apprehensions around.
Meanwhile, out in Coronaland, we are stiff suffering from the time of the buffoon. What is quite clear is that our clown is completely out of his depth; he’s trying to wade in the middle of the ocean and can’t understand why he can’t feel the bottom. He was fine when it came to making funny speeches and jolly japes but this isn’t the 6th Form common room in Eton; it’s the real thing. He has clearly demonstrated that he is useless at understanding any of the details and making decisions. Everything is off the cuff. Everything is overestimated, badly thought through and utterly vacuous. Whether it’s Brexit, Covid or even the day to day stuff it’s like putting Tommy Cooper in charge of the country. I take that back. Tommy Cooper was a lot cleverer than Johnson. He’d have made a better job of things.
How did we allow this clown to negotiate a Brexit that has put Ireland in a dire situation, ruined the fishing industry, wrecked agriculture, imposed a mass of red tape and tariffs and cost us many tens of billions? How did we tolerate the lies??
Brexit was a huge mistake and this cretin was instrumental in that, but having taken the stupid decision to distance ourselves and pull out of Europe we could have negotiated a deal that would have been far less destructive. But no. Our clown, along with the neanderthal maniacs of the ERG, went for the worst of all worlds. Nuts. We are already beginning to see the disaster it is destined to become. The SUNNY UPLANDS are really decades of austerity and shortages.
Then we have ended up with a Billy Bunter clown backed up by the most extreme bunch of right-wing lunatics we have ever hard. Not only are they rabid but they are completely insane. Watching them in the House of Commons or in interviews is very like watching Monty Python sketches on the upper-class twits:
Forget about masks, social distancing or any sensible guidance, they sit there on the front bench without their masks, setting an example, secure in the Conviviality. I thought I saw Rees-Mogg in that sketch.
The man investigating the illegal parties in Downing Street has had to step down because of holding illegal parties. You couldn’t write it. Fills me with immense confidence.
The one good piece of news for Boris Johnson is that Worzel Gummidge is coming back onto TV so he has a ready-made role to step straight into. Talk about revolving doors!!
So yesterday there was another jump to 93,045 new cases with another 111 deaths. Omicron cases lept to 10,000. London Mayor Sadiq Khan declared a major incident. Omicron is doubling every one and a half days. Cases are the worst they’ve ever been. There are calls from scientists for a circuit breaker. The hospitals are filling up (mainly with the unvaccinated), staff are going off ill, people are cancelling bookings, the whole entertainment and hospitality sectors are crashing, but it’s all OK.
You might expect the government to make an announcement or two, give some clear advice, but no.
Officially Johnson has announced there is nothing to worry about. It’s just plebs dying. He says that they are going to boost everybody. Presumably, those too stupid to get a jab can suffer the consequences. The relaxation of rules was IRREVERSIBLE. Pile up the bodies. The economy comes first. There’s money to be made!! No need for a circuit breaker. He’s promised a ‘normal’ Christmas. That’s what we’re going to have even if it kills us!! This is populist politics – give the public what they want and hang the consequences.
I realised long ago that these fools are playing politics and making lousy decisions, so I will do my own thing. I’m avoiding indoors and severely limiting my contacts even though, as a triple vaccinated person, I should be quite safe.
But, one glance at the figures is enough to show me that this is going to be a far from normal Christmas.
Stay Safe – don’t let Christmas or populism kill you!
The Party’s Over!!
Poetry – A Limerick for Trump
A Limerick for Trump
There was a spoilt rich kid called Trump
Who liked to get his hands on some rump.
He generated fake news
So all of us lose
And divided the world with a thump!
What ironic idiocy!
A superrich, privileged, spoilt rich kid who has had it all laid out on a plate, with a history of exploitation, cheating, lying and racism, is pretending to care for working people.
This formicating, immoral snake oil salesman also appeals to the evangelists.
How gullible can people be?
He hasn’t got a clue what he’s doing, cosying up to Putin and Kim Jong Un, pushing away NATO and the UN. Spreading fake news, undermining the media, science and all experts (except when it comes to dealing with his own affairs), denying climate change, hurling threats and abuse, interfering with other countries politics, creating wars and violence, and generally being coarse, rude and obnoxious.
The Real Boris Johnson!!
Poetry – A Limerick for Cameron
A Limerick for Cameron
There was a public schoolboy of prosperity
Who lumbered us all with austerity.
For party not nation
To win an election
He left us Brexit for posterity.
In an attempt to throw raw meat to the rabid right wing of his party he chucked them Brexit. Instead of thinking it through, planning and putting together a campaign, he left it to chance.
It obviously should have required a sixty forty vote. There was no talk of the benefits; the peace dividend, the working conditions, workers’ rights, financial benefit, collaboration, science, car industry, environmental considerations, antiterrorist activity or a myriad other benefits. He just allowed the extremists to paint a picture of mass immigration, terrorism, Muslim extremists taking over, an EU superstate robbing us blind and Germany controlling us. A pack of lies.
He’s left us with a diminishing power, a buggered economy, huge costs and blithering Boris Johnson.
Poetry – A Limerick for Rees-Mogg
A Limerick for Rees-Mogg
There was a rich man who talked fruity
While lining his pockets with booty.
He sprawled on his seat,
Disdaining defeat,
A caricature of Lord Snooty.
These extremely wealthy people in their expensive suits think that because they have good manners and talk with a plum in their mouth they can get away with murder.
He is pushing the most extreme form of Brexit on us ordinary people knowing that it will greatly benefit him financially even if it buggers our economy and throws hundreds of thousands on the dole.
He tells us that it will be good for the country while taking his companies abroad so they don’t suffer the slump.
He will make millions out of Brexit. But that is typical. He makes a living out of exploiting others. Behind the manners lies an arrogant toff who believes he has the right to rip us all off.
I think the image of him sprawling across the benches contemptuously like a surly schoolboy will live in my memory for ever.