With Trump descending into obvious madness
you’d be hard pushed to think of a more embarrassing developed country of residence
than the US – unless you happen to live here in the UK.
Since I took my summer break, that age-old usually
rhetorical question ‘can things get any worse?’ has been answered.
Yes.
Definitely yes.
Since my last post, the ghastly time-filler Theresa
May who followed Cameron, the pig’s-head-botherer, has been superseded by the
pig man himself – Boris Johnson. Not with a proper election obviously. And,
because irony loves these kinds of mad situations, strident declarations
regarding our constitution and parliamentary democracy are never louder than
when the posh boys are wiping their arses with both.
In the premiership of this vile, slippery, privileged
conman we have a nightmare scenario where a faux, flaccid, fleshy Flashman from
Tom Brown’s School Days meets ‘Deliverance’.
You have to wonder if the Prime Minister’s infamous
anti-Muslim, misogynist rhetoric ‘Women
in burkas look like post boxes’ is a twisted psychological aversion related
to his resemblance to a pig in a suit. Any insult to pigs is unintentional.
Always remembering that he sneers at and insults other minority groups too.
There is a dreadful, difficult to watch scene in the
iconic 1972 film Deliverance where
one of the naive city men is raped by a hillbilly.
During the rape scene the hillbilly exhorts his
victim to squeal like a pig. The even more disturbing implication is that the
rapist’s early sexual experiences involved the abuse of swine.
We know Boris Johnson was an Eton pal of that alleged
pig head poker David Cameron who opened the gates to all this madness.
Yes, we have had un-elected Prime ministers before.
Our odd constitution allows for it. However, our ‘soft’ constitution also
relies on protocol and those in power understanding the unwritten boundaries.
Boris Johnson is not someone who understands any boundaries.
Surely, the most striking thing about Johnson is
that he has stepped from one self-made mess to another almost all his public life and
always in an upwards direction. In that there is no clearer parallel to his
bloated, blonde, hideous counterpart in America. For Trump it was business
failure after business failure before becoming the President who rode into the
Whitehouse on a self-built reputation for great business.
With Boris Alexander de-Pfeffel Johnson it has been
lies upon faux-pas upon misogynistic and racist blunder. Plus – like Trump – a
dusting of corruption (The Garden Bridge fiasco).
Johnson’s legendary sacking from his first prominent
post as a writer for The Times was for lying. Morally it was all downhill
from there in equal measure to his rise to power. And yet the media still play
ball and roll over for him as the stupid reporters did outside his home when
offered tea in the aftermath of his
nasty anti-Muslim comments. Now the press are covering ‘news’ of his new
Downing Street dog…
There have been street protests about his proposed
prolonged proroguing of Parliament. Because of his premiership beginning just
before summer recess, Johnson could take the UK into a no deal Brexit
catastrophe having spent no significant time facing parliamentary scrutiny.
He does not care. In fact, like Trump – winding up the ‘nice’ people seems to
really rock his boat. Again, like Trump, much about Johnson is fake – the
clownishness is well known to be an adopted persona for example. He cares about
absolutely nothing but getting his own way.
It is difficult for anyone to know what a pathological
liar actually wants. However, the more disturbing reality is that Johnson
himself seems sometimes not to know.
Like the scene in Deliverance – just when you think what is occurring in front of your
horrified, mesmerised gaze in UK politics cannot get more abhorrent or distressing
– we get Boris Johnson. Not the swine abuser but de-Pfeffel the porker himself –
abusing the whole of Britain.
Check out my latest letter in The Independent today.
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So – its nice to be back and – Brexit/Trump/Johnson/global-economic-wobbles
and climate disasters aside – I hope you are doing well.
Also – here is a wee treat for you from Edinburgh
Check out my new comedy misadventure novel
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Any similarity to any granny you may or may not know
of, living in Edinburgh is purely coincidental…