Saturday, 9 September 2017

That bloke in the pub* 

The Guardian. An article signed by Owen Jones. Boris Johnson should be sacked by Theresa May.
According to Mr Jones, Boris Johnson is a clown (in the most pejorative sense and respecting to the real clown, of course).

We live in a full world of comedians infiltrated in Politics —and I´m not referring to Beppe Grillo—. We assist to a new generation of sly ones with the same roadmap; banker who becomes politician, then politician who becomes joker, as result: a joker bankitician!
You can stumble on them anywhere. Believe me. Today we have marvellous clowns, not only in our country but spread throughout the known world: the No. 45, the Tracksuit Man, the Karate Kid, the Rocketlauncher… and a long honours list.
When my mother received her widow´s compensation (£500)we bought a 21-inch TV set and one of our entertainment was switch off the sound and we laughted with the politicians, with their gesture, above all their faces. Their words rang the same however their features were so funny that we cracked up. “Unreliable”, “liars” and “dangerous” are words that go well with these guys.  Only these fools have a lot of power and no colleague like you or me can rest easy.
In his piece, Mr Jones sets out some thoughts voiced by BJ about black people (piccaninnies, small brain), about equal marriage (why not three men and a dog?), about some journalist (do we give him a beating?) and about murderous offensives (hooray!, bravo!); even he blames the fans for some disasters (Liverpool, Hillsborough).
Owen Jones is worried about the schism inside the English Conservative, nevertheless I´m worried because we´re in the hands of such blokes that, incidentally, they were voted by a huge numbers of voters. Now that I think of it, there is a theory expressed by the main character in a novel I read long time ago about the Stalin´s purges: the law of relative maturity. According to this theory there are historic events take such leap that people are incapable of accompany this change and it´s necessary several generations in order to understand the moment which they are living in.
(I seem to remember that it was about the lifting of a boat through different lock chambers.)
Honestly, I don´t give a toss whether Prime Minister is throwing away her career as a politician or is a laughing stock or a straw doll the next months. Actually what I don´t want to be is the sucker of these rulers.
I would be quieter if buffoons like this MP —and his most devoted little friends— spent more time in the bars and less in the Parliament. Don´t you think this proposal would be a good idea, Owen?

From my Borstal.
LDR


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