Sajid Javid Eyes Downing Street

Another faction-packed week in the circus of Westminster. The (societally distanced) mob tweets in approval as an unpopular clown topples from the wobbly high-wire and hits the dirty deck. Crows and commentators bark as the limp body of Mad Matt is dragged away to the recycling bin, while Britain's biggest -and most dangerous- wannabee bounces back onto the sawdust: The Saj Cometh.

Nothing in politics happens by accident and the high-profile post for which Sajid Javid has been angling remained vacant for maybe all of three nanoseconds. Like the terminator who will not stop, the Deutschebank's man is back in the ring and his beady eyes are fixed on the top hat and tails. As we've been expecting for two years, your first POC Prime Minster is coming - hard and fast.

Rishi Sunak's not exactly turning cartwheels because his arch rival has once again played a trump in the circular tournament of cabinet musical chairs. It's a loser's game. On the back of a brilliantly-timed dissappearance, Javid re-animates like the Borg he serves: crude, ice-cold and  guilty of nothing but clinging to the greasy pole of power. Meanwhile Chancellor Sunak's name is (quietly) being writ large on the economic apocalypse galloping towards the UK. 

PYGMIES

Our fictitious "return to freedom" however, will be trumpeted and fronted by Macho Sajo hiimself, a scheming egomaniac whose path to Number 10 will be strewn with pygmies like Johnson and Hancock. Historians may strive in vain to pin any lockdown blame on The Saj, who wisely stayed well clear while Boris & co. were boiling down the fruits of seventy-five years of peace and quiet to ferment the bitter wine of globalism.     

In the afterworld (when you're turfed out of the big chair) oblivion awaits every Prime Minister, but for the current narcissistic oaf it's no consolation to have the media spotlight drawn elsewhere. Big Chief Johnson already has 'lame duck' tattooed on his sweaty forehead and now a trio of venomous Asian entrepreneurs have him surrounded: Sunak, Patel and Javid, fangs bared in open lust for power. 

What a hollow shell Johnson's golden egg turned out to be. A lifetime of career-cronyism and hysterically-hyped non-achievement, culminating in the only job he ever really wanted, and it all went tits up before he could even pronounce "hydroxychloroquine". His 'legacy' will be a blasted hellscape and a generation traumatised by the cruel perversions his government inflicted on a Britain he pretended to love.

But we should not waste much time dwelling on the efforts of this mediochre excuse for a leader. The wounds of the Johnson regime may yet turn out to be merely an  introductory taste of the inhumane, regimented future the globalists are hastening us towards. Johnson's infatuation with himself will doubtless consume his remaining years, but Javid is tomorrow's problem, and a very different animal altogether. 

MONEY MAN

As we described in detail back in 2018[CLICK HERE TO READ] , Sajid Javid sprang from college straight into the arms of the  top international finance crooks, making his bones with Chase Manhattan before being head-hunted by the eurocentric wolves behind the Deutschebank. Whereas Johnson never concealed his political ambitions, Javid never had any. He is a money-man, first and last. Leading the Tory Party and by extension the UK interests him only as a means to accelerate the centralisation of global economic control. It is for this purpose that he was placed into politics by his Deutschebank colleagues, and it's nearly time for him to deliver.

How dumb have the public become, to actually believe that a 'Health Minister' can be fashioned out of a failed jockey with the charisma of a used car salesman (Hancock) or a hard-nosed wealth-hoover like Javid? Not an hour has passed since his appointment without our newly minted 'health expert' gurning for the cameras and belching soundbites about 'ending lockdown' and promising 'normality'. Even the slaves to Covidian Television must be vaguely aware this man knows nothing more about, for example, the nature of PCR testing, than the average unemployed hamburger-flipper. 

ONE MORE STEP

The term 'Health Secretary' is meaningless, because the post exists only to permit its holder the opportunity to charm the brain-dead box-viewers while discreetly kicking down the door of number 10. In any case, Javid has now completed the hat-trick of Home Secretary, Chancellor of the Exchequer and Health Secretary. The only way is up or out and this dude ain't leaving any time soon. One more step for Sajid and citizens of the UK can watch and be amazed as PM Javid sends the (fantasy) Brexit straight into reverse until we wake up under a World Government where he gets to vote and you don't.      

Rishi Sunak will, of course, do his best to hobble Javid's remorseless advance (on behalf of his bilionaire father-in-law who has big dreams for a PM Rishi) but his family's fortune is small change compared to the limitless resources of the Deutschebank. It's a different ball-game for people who can print all the money they need. Sajid chose his masters well; something the voters of Britain seem doomed never to achieve.         

Ian Andrew-Patrick