IN short –four months of Boris Johnson
playing with himself to entertain a lazy press or the SNP betting on the dealers
hand to see if they can shortcut to another Scottish referendum or stuff that needs
our attention now.
Cameron proclaims the EU referendum as the big
decision of our lifetime because he thinks he’s found his legacy moment and he
really got off on striding round Europe buoyed by reports of his late
night/early morning meetings with other ‘important’ people. It will all sound
good for his post-PM speaking engagements. And the Oligarch / tax-avoider owned
press play ball. Mayor Bad Joke himself defaced all the front
pages on Monday morning (one can only assume there was something in London’s
water in 2008 apart from chemical waste and recycled hormones).
You can bet
your life it will be indolent two-tone journalism all the way to June 23rd.
More interviews with immigrant-phobic Farage-ites - yum.
You know from blogs like 37 Oh Go on Scotland or 71. Scotland
is a Strawberry Tart that I voted for OUT up here but bloody hell – what is
the SNP leadership doing giving the dishonest non-too-subtle message that Scots
can get a second referendum through Brexit? They think they are playing
Blackjack and betting against the dealer but it looks like Russian Roulette to
me.
Brexit or Brin (!) will make little difference to ordinary
people other than an out vote would lead to the mother of all on-going
administrative nightmares. It just is not the issue of the moment. It’s fiddling
while the globe is engulfed in a towering inferno. For Britain, the Trident question
(just for example) matters much more now and way into the future.
Renewal estimates for the big T now range from £30
billion to £50+ billion. We know – up here in Edinburgh with the recent tram
fiasco - that whatever is quoted will in the end look like chicken feed. And it
won’t do what they said it would…
(by the way - If someone can explain to me what a
billion even is I’m open to a tutorial)
Even someone who seriously gets high on the whole
war and shooting and killing people and destroying places thing must see that
Trident is the ultimate poker game that no longer has workable rules. For a
start you can’t bluff the new breed of nutters.
In our recent past those who spoke in favour of
Trident said that Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD – yes indeed) kept the
world ‘safe’ from the Most Assured Destruction we ever came up with. Even they
must acknowledge that things have moved on just a wee bit.
Nukes are a poker game. Global Nuclear Poker was
based on the vital similarity of the players round the table – despite how they
portrayed each other for the benefit of a gullible public. Everyone knew that
the other was not going to press the button. It was ultimate testosterone
machismo stalemate (yes I know that’s Chess – gimme a break).
What Cameron has been at in Europe, for the benefit
of the Right Wingers in his own party, is village football where the spiteful
spoilt brat threatens – yet again – to puncture the ball if he doesn’t get
special treatment. Boris is not playing any sort of team game. He is playing
Solitaire.
Back to something that matters – does anyone really
think that the new uber terrorists or psychopaths like Mr North Korea (I’ll
have my uncle killed because he didn’t clap loudly enough) are playing by the
same rules or any rules? They ARE the jokers they ARE the wild cards. There is
no bluff which would work in a nuclear bake-off with them. Bay of Pigs played
with little Kimmy would lead to a lotta over cooked bacon.
Meanwhile, conventional forces are downgraded and
automated and phoney wars are played out on territories far far away for ever
more convoluted ends and we cannot tell from one day to the next who the
politicians have designated as the enemy.
The only thing to do with Trident is to point it
squarely in the direction of a suitable tax haven and let it go (after warning
the maids, gardeners and other servants to get-the-hell-out like they do in
those silly action movies where bystanders don’t get hurt. Yeah right. It’s
ALWAYS the bystanders who get hurt).
Then we look around and see how better to spend £50+
billion.
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Now – you may not have a spare £50billion
or even million or even £50 but if you go without about 2.5 cups of coffee this
week you could afford to buy my humorous sortofautobiography and then with the
proceeds I could go out for a coffee.
Maybe I’m not A Pigeon
Is (amazingly) still available…