George’s Porkies

George’s porkies, readily sly
Dissed the country with his lies
When the serfs all heard him bray
George’s corkers shamed the day

Georgie forges waffle and punt
Missed his targets, pulled a stunt
When the fat cats heard him spin
They knew they had scored a win

Georgie gorges, feeding his face
Dishes gifts to stay in place
When the funds need plumping up
George whips out his greedy cup

Georgie More Please wanted it all
Pissed his duty up the wall
When the chance shall come to pass
George be kicked out on his ass.

Georgie Worgie, Gidiot laced
Wished a nightmare on the state
When his vicious reign is done
George had better bloody run

Cleanse and condition

Political progress is a fragile creature. Here, on plebeian ground, the good feels, all too frequently, as though it were derived more from luck than sound judgement and the bad feels more like the result of reckless, even ruthless neglect than unhappy accident.

The Coalition is “clearing up” thirteen years of New Labour governance by scrapping or corrupting its better effects and building on the awful things Labour did that undermined our stability and prosperity. Before that, New Labour was busy undoing eighteen years of any Conservative good (come on, there must have been some) and building on the wealth-cocooning, destructive forces that have depleted asset sovereignty and exploited the population. Before that, it was the Tories doing similar and before that, it was Labour. And at no point does either party admit to their weakness and negligence, nor their willing collusion during their alternating periods spent on the Opposition benches. They all make a mess. They are all responsible. To and fro, to and fro; round and round. It’s wash, rinse, repeat, now bottled as a two-in-one. And this is how the country is governed: by ignorance, ego and eager opportunism. Because this is how they view the world. Cleanse and condition. Comb through and style.

Independence for all!

What if we were to remember that we really are safer and stronger together? What if, instead of Scotland leaving the rest of us and, instead of at least half of England, in all directions on a compass, wishing it could move there, we were just to extricate ourselves – all our countries – from the commonly perceived and agreed cause: largely the hubris of the City, the Conservethemselves Party, half of Laborius and most of the Illiberal Undemocrats. And Yuckip, just for good measure.

What if we were to end their wrecking of our country/ies by sticking together and throwing them out properly? Westminster and the City could be partitioned – turned into an independent, sovereign state as befits their attitude, manner and blatant desire. We could build around them an agreed perimeter wall to designate their jurisdiction and cut our ties. The seat of regime acts as though it, alone, had sovereignty, monopoly and entitlement over moral and civil authority and economic aptitude so, let’s tell them where they can shove it. And that they can keep it, thanks. Independence for all!

Seeing as they’re so bent on lording it over everyone and everything, they could become something like the Vatican City State. The ‘In a State’, the ‘Fiat State’, the ‘Fat Cat City State’, say (just working titles) – with a different set of religious tenets: worship of and obedience to Profit, self-preservation, gluttony, hedonistic pilgrimage and no tithes. Similarly to the original, it could be supported financially by a variety of sources, including investments (read foreign/corporate), real estate income (mostly ditto) and donations from individuals (read lobbyists), dioceses (read Home Counties) and institutions (read corporations and think-tanks) and culturally supported by diplomatic missions (read jolly jaunts) and media outlets (read organ grinders and monkeys).

Yes, I know! Business as usual!

But not our business; not our responsibility; not our reputation; not our money, our honour, dignity and integrity; not our futures – our very lives. Not in our name.

The rest is but detail…

Cackle… 😉