A LETTER TO PRIME MINISTER JOHNSON
"...and the fool on the hill sees the world spinning round..." - The Beatles
Apparently, our Dear Leader is expecting us to express our gratitude that this month he is only fucking the country to death one bit at a time. The pin-striped Gestapo of creeps and liars which surrounds Prime Minister Johnson are all over the press and tv today, spinning like tops, telling anyone who'll listen that "Boris is bravely overruling the scientists."
That statement contains four seperate untruths - not an easy feat in a six-word sentence. First, The PM is not overruling the scientists, because scientists are not rulers of anything. Science is an investigatory activity, not an elected administration. Second, the SAGE comittee which Johnson is pretending to "defy" are not practising science, but playing at being the government. They have ceased to be scientists and become amateur politicians, pretending they know better than the public - which elected Johnson, not SAGE. Third, his name isn't "Boris" but Alexander. (He has been lying about this since his adolescence, when he decided his real name wasn't interesting enough - a demonstration of pitiful insecurity.) And fourth, Johnson is not remotely brave. He is a coward - a blustering fake who has been exposed for the mediochrity he always was. His feeble claim to be "bravely opposing his advisors" is a smokescreen to deflect attention from the universal contempt in which he is now held. Everybody loathes him and he knows it. And -oh- that hurts, because above all else, Alex the Eton fat boy wanted to be loved. He actually expects us to say 'thankyou Boris' because he hasn't (yet) locked us all up in prison for the whole winter.
To repeat the most important aspect of the above - we, the public, elected Johnson to serve us. He decided to ignore the public good, and to serve the corporations instead. For seven months, every single "anti-covid" step Johnson took had the same consequences : big business making millions and everyone else getting ruined. Without exception, each lockdown restriction has hugely enriched the giants like Tesco, Amazon, Google, while millions of little people, from shopkeepers and tradesmen to cleaners and bar-staff are now bankrupt and living on benefits.
The government-in-name-only emits nothing but propaganda; the lie-machine pumps out a daily slew of meaningless graphs and diagrams with not a single hard fact attached. Reality is not on the menu. Government "Covid information" is effectively a picture of you, stood in front of a mass grave, with Johnson, Hancock and Ferguson heroically dragging you back from the edge, towards a locked room to be masked and isolated forever, for your own good.
And while we are deafened by the belching and roaring of the lie-machine, in the background is a constant, dull throbbing. It is the sound of all the remaining money in the UK economy, pumping steadily into the the impenetrable, untaxable accounts of the multi-nationals. The Covid plandemic has been -for them- an unqualified success. Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, in the technocratic paradise of Cambridge Massachusetts, the billionaire drug-companies are positioning themselves for the 2021 vaccination bonanza that will create wealth beyond reason and beyond reach.
What will become of the liar in chief? I expect Al Johnson will plod on to the miserable end of his disgraceful tenure in Downing Street. He will persist to the last, recycling the same juvenile tricks for his "public" - the daily selfie, posing in some costume or hat, or with some jolly animal, grinning inanely at his own lame jokes and addressing us as "folks". But the game is already over for this elite stooge, and he knows it. His final bid for redemption will doubtless be some massive self-serving autobiography, in two or more volumes with his flabby, jowelled fizog on the cover. In the rose-tinted mirror of Johnson's imagination, he will be remembered as the Man For All Lockdowns, who fought Coronavirus to the death.
In reality, the his name will be spat, not spoken: a footnote in the history of Britain's collapse into a third-world hell-hole. In any case, Johnson's valedictory scrawl will be a waste of effort. In fifty years time I doubt that ten percent of the British population will be capable of reading an entire book in the English language.
But we should not let fat Al go quietly into the night. He has, after all, done more to change this country than any Prime Minister in history. Indeed, I think we should -all of us- let him know exactly how we feel about his work and about him personally.
You can write to him at this address:
Prime Minister A. Johnson
10 Downing Street
London, SW1A 2AA
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