DID The Monstrous Raving Loony Party win the last Election?
So, just four more weeks to flatten the punters, eh Boris?
It’s a test of credulity. Like Lucy offering to hold the football for Charlie Brown, the conman shamelessly tempting the mark one more time. Please swallow one more dose of sophistry and all will be well. And on it goes.
But people won’t regard buffoons as authoritative forever. Pretendence Biden and Kamela Toe Harris are haemorrhaging support Stateside. Nothing that Emperor Porous Johnson says holds water and even his clown suit is looking transparent to this little child.
But the people need a leader to adopt as their focal point. To whom will they look for leadership once they reject Boris-ate-all-the-pies and the Pied Pipers of Westminster?
Certainly not Sir Fence Sitter of the Laborious party, who is playing the Establishment game to a T. The clue is in the honorific. He is deliberately no opposition whatsoever.
Picture him in a sparkly swimsuit, high heels, and a top hat, framing the show with elaborate hand gestures. He’s the Debbie McGee of political panto. With apologies to Mrs Merton, ‘So, Sir Pole-Sitter, what first attracted you to the millionaire rewards of shafting your constituents?’
Who else plays a supporting role in helping our swamp get its way?
Enter Tony Bliar (sic), the grinning joker-cum-child-catcher from yesteryear. Colour-Me-Phony has been poking his head from behind the scenery to frighten the kiddies by showing them their future if they don’t take their pretend medicine and sign up for the George Orwell Freedom Pass (There’s an app for that, courtesy of our Notional Health Service).
Watch out Boris, Michael Gove has your back, and no doubt another knife is whetted and ready for it. Come to think of it, I can’t recall ever seeing Gove and My-Little-Phony together in the same room … maybe they are the same person. My friend says that each is the evil twin of the other.
Only one man has the proven skills and appeal to upend the plans of this cast of circus performers that connjure (sic) and distract us with their statistical legerdemain and colourful Powerpoint graphs of misdirection.
Nigel, where are you?
