We’ve Got a Dick For a Prime Minister!

Here in the United Kingdom, I think the title pretty much sums it up.  Unlike some, I don’t compare Boris Johnson to Adolf Hitler, despite the fact that we have moved into a temporary dictatorship after the prime minister closed down parliament last week in order to stop any further debate on Brexit.

This means that BloJo has put himself above the law.  Apparently, the world believes that the Scottish High Court is going to overturn the ruling that the prorogation of parliament was illegal and make it all hunky-dory for the PM again.  Quite why the rather disparate band of rebel MPs had to go to Scotland to do it is unknown to me; perhaps they realised that the English High Court no longer had any authority over Johnson.

Power, they say, is a drug.  It can influence the thinking of even bumbling idiots like Boris Johnson – or, more particularly, like that despicable little brainfart Dominic Cummings, whose whisperings into the PM’s ears about genetics and power over what they can get away with are having such a ready effect on BloJo’s actions because Johnson is too stupid to even think them through.

I know that both of my American audience can readily identify with this; they, too, have a ginger twat for a leader, in the shape of Donald J. Stump, the greatest moron ever to disgrace that great office.  He makes George W. Bush look like President Kennedy, and that’s saying something.

It is 2019, dear reader(s), and we have been very fortunate in the ‘Western World’ these past 74 years, since the end of World War Two in 1945, and the death of that German dictator already mentioned above.

We have not been so unlucky as to have a dictator on that scale here in Europe, and neither has the United States of America.  Other countries, Zimbabwe, Chile, Argentina, North Korea, Russia, etc., have all been run by dictatorships at one time or another.  Yes, I know Russia is theoretically in Europe.  As was Poland.  OK, I’ll give you Poland.

We don’t need reminding that 2016 was a tumultuous year; politics in our country, in the USA, and indeed in other countries across the world have moved unequivocally and dangerously to what the media likes to call, ‘the hard right.’

By chance, the Brexit Referendum (June) and Trump’s election as president (November) both occurred in the same year.  The worst factor, for me, of Trump’s election was the fact that had he lost, to Hillary Clinton, the likelihood is that she would probably have been just as bad.

Back in the days when I used to rant regularly on Facebook, I was addressing this topic almost on a daily basis.  Politicians could get away with whatever they wanted.  The media would scream about it for a while, and yes, public opinion might turn one way or the other depending on what these powerful media outlets were telling them, but it would soon go away, and all would be quiet again.  I’ll give you an example from British politics: the Expenses Scandal.

For the benefit of whichever one of you two doesn’t know, I’ll give you a brief summary.

Once, on an episode of Question Time (BBC political discussion show), then-Conservative Party Chairman Eric Pickles claimed quite openly and boldly that he often claimed for things he shouldn’t do, like personal improvements to his second home, non-Westminster trips, and even maintaining a flat in London despite living just a few miles away anyway.

Ay ay, I thought, there’s going to be trouble here, and there was.  Soon, MPs were being ordered to release their expenses claims for public scrutiny (I believe the Sunday Times had already done an exposé on somebody’s expenses claims).  They made for interesting reading.  One MP claimed for a 42″ plasma TV in his home.  George Osborne, then Chancellor of the Exchequer, famously flipped homes, made his second home his first, despite it being in Yorkshire or somewhere, and then sold it, making a profit of £500,000 (about $550,000 then, I think).

When I was working, I was never able to claim for my travel to and from work, I wish I had.  But, apparently, MPs can, because their job is oh, so hard.

But, as I mentioned earlier, while the scandal has never truly gone away, it has died down, and I’ll bet there are many MPs still on the take, although admittedly perhaps not as many as there were before.

So, Boris Johnson is taking a load of flak for the moment, but how long will it go on for?  Will it cost him his job?  And if it does, who will replace him?  Jeremy C***?  Please.  Or will Johnson’s dictatorial shenanigans die down in the media, past October 31, and we’ll all just sit back on our popcorn-strewn sofas and watch the Strictly Come Dancing results show?

We need a Second Referendum, or a people’s vote, now!  And, the majority must be at least 66% either way.  Not simply because that’s the only way Remain will get a victory (as things stood at the last referendum, they wouldn’t, anyway), but because with an issue that everyone is this sensitive about, we must have a clear majority either way.

If that majority is not achieved for either side, then another vote will be required.  It’s a very tedious approach, I agree, but the only way that one side or the other can claim a moral and political victory.  And even then, the government is not legally bound to abide by it.  Don’t bang on to me about a lack of democracy.  The Prime Minister can demand – and get – a second vote on a snap election (he lost that, too), and we can’t have a second opinion poll on Brexit because it is undemocratic?  Give me a break. x

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