I mean, it would be an admission that nobody else, among 65 million Britons, or even 7 billion humans, could do the job. Surely that can't be right?
But it is, Johnson, by which I mean his creepy keeper, Cummings, has appointed sleazebag failure, Tony Abbott, as our trade adviser going forward. A man who has negotiated no trade, but happily blurted his brains on all manner of topics. All of which he's been heroically wrong about. I guess you have to admire that kind of dedication to ignorance.
Not really. Doing so is easy when you're one of the global elite. Which he is, how else does he orbit the mind palace of a shithorn like Cummings. A man so privileged and so amoral he's able to indulge any strange creepy political fantasy. Like some absinthe drenched aristocrat.
So here's a lesson for all you refugees: if you want to come here and be accepted by our broken hateful establishment, just be a bigot ex-PM. Simple. Otherwise tough luck. Imagine; you struggle amid the ruins of your home country, a place you otherwise didn't really want to leave that was an advanced industrial nation. You trek half way around the world into fortress Europa. You reach what you hope are friendly shores, Britain, where you have family. Problem is, no one told you how much of a hateful racist shithole it is. Still you tried; your risked your life at sea. Dodged the shouting stockbroker on the beach. Survived the lunatic racist nationalists invading the hotel.
Only for the equally racist home secretary to stuff you on a plane to...Spain. No food, water, documents. Tough shit, someone else's problem. That's the message Britain wants to send of itself into the world as we cut ourselves from the EU and float adrift, kept above the waters with a sense of over inflated self worth and a ballast full of bigotry. What a sad state of affairs. I read these developments with a mixture of choking outrage and helpless nervous laughter.
Everyday this government manages to outrage me more. I 'm not sure how much more gas is left in the tank. They have two months to cobble together something, anything, in respect of Brexit otherwise we face what could very well be absolute disaster. Yet this is grist to their mill: they call it Project Fear. The more reality impinges on their sad little Englander fantasy, the more convinced they are that everything will work out great. Faith is all you need.
Ought we be stockpiling food? Saving for a very rainy day? Does this sound insane? It should but not even a pandemic wasn't enough to convince them to put this madness on hold. It's still going ahead!
This is a period where lies, deception, and divisive rhetoric that can tear societies apart can make you very wealthy. Who needs truth? That is a poor man's comfort. There is no profit there.
These are the new dark ages.
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