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Churchill's Tragedy, Johnson's Farce.

Karl Marx famously observed that history repeats itself. The first time as tragedy, the second time as farce.

The coronation of Boris Johnson as the Westminster Prime Minister, brings Karl's quip to mind.  Listening to this corrupt, practised liar, bought and sold by whichever plutocrat has his ear this week makes one want to throw up.

Simply to hear Johnson self-consciously ape the speech patterns of his idol Winston Churchill brings the realisation that this is the farce.  The dog returning to his vomit.

The recycling of the bombast that characterised Winston Churchill and his brandy-soaked cigar-chomping reactionary politics. Policy that promised the world to his listeners and ultimately (by the most delicious of ironies) delivered the demise of his beloved empire.

The members of a party which hasn't had a majority in Scottish seats at Westminster for more than 60 years have inflicted on us the most right-wing cabinet that has been seen in living memory.

The smirking scum that Johnson has elevated show the contempt he holds for Scotland.  Contempt even for the Scottish Tories.  Even Boris Johnson thinks the Scottish Tories are so shite that he could only appoint one ( a chinless unknown hunting, shooting and fishing dimwit) to the colonial "Scotland" Office.

Johnson further invests himself (for all the world like a "Comical Ali" tinpot dictator) with the office of "Minister For The Union".  The fatuous promise of a "golden age" to come is simply hot air.

You know it's hot air, I know its hot air, most of his party know its hot air, but I suspect Boris fancies his chances at winning a general election.  Let's face it he has form in winning plebiscites by lying.  That's not me saying that, it's the Electoral Commission.

Churchill in the second world war (his "finest hour"), did the deals which sank his Empire and laid the ground for independence for India and a host of other colonies.  History ground him to dust.

Boris will do the deals which will break up his "precious" union.  Independence for Scotland and a united Ireland.  These will be the consequences of this sclerotic Tory government trying to prop up a tottering British State.  Hurrah one might say.

History tells us that before these shitheads leave the stage, they will lash out in all directions to save themselves. Nothing more dangerous than a cornered decrepit, mangy, flea-bitten old lion reaching the end of the road.

They'll do their best to make us pay for the rich.  That's business as usual for them. Their object is looking after number one.  That comes at a cost for the rest of us.  None of these fuckers became rich except by impoverishing the rest of us.

It comes at a cost for those of us living in the "equal partner" countries of the "uk", in particular, the working class and the poor.  The working class of England also pay the price to keep these idle thieves in comfort.

It's often been maintained to me (i'm not convinced) that the white working class of England is reactionary and thirled to the idea of Brexit, xenophobia and immigration control.  Perhaps that's because (unlike Scotland) there hasn't been a party making a  principled attempt to challenge these prejudices.

Instead they (and we) have a "loyal opposition" British Labour party which ties itself in knots about immigration and Brexit and xenophobia and instead panders to these views and tries to put a "progressive" slant on them.  What they actually do is to surrender to the right-wing filth peddled by the Murdoch press.

What does the future hold for us in Scotland?  These are interesting times.  Not easy for fortune tellers.  The simple answer is anything could happen in the next few months.  History doesn't run at a steady speed.  It progresses in fits and starts.

Time for all people who seek a better life, better society and a livable world to apply their feet to the accelerator pedal of history's engine.   What a time to be alive.  The historical stakes are high.

Progress and Justice and the dismantling of the British State or Barbarism and Austerity in Boris's Brexit dreamworld.




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