Just a misunderstanding

The Downing Street foyer. A lone lectern and microphone stand sit in front of a tall rusting 1950’s style General Electric fridge.

Several flat screen tv’s hang on stands around the corners of the corridor. Their screens filled with talking heads.

Two shifty looking red-faced hacks smelling of brandy, wearing cheap suits, and displaying visitors badges highlighting their credentials as stragglers broken off from the Telegraph and Express baying wolf pack, leaned in boredom against the walls, phones in hand switched to record, their stories already written in support of whatever nonsense was to be uttered next.

The fridge door opens, and a befuddled beady eyed haunted looking figure, with unkempt hair, and the look of a confused coo gazing through a North East mist, emerges.

Stepping to the lectern the bumbling unkempt figure flicked the remnants of that morning’s fried egg and kippers from his ill fitting tie, and cleared his throat…

“So, thank you all for coming today. I wanted to clear up some of the confusion that may have occurred after yesterday’s briefing, and specifically any issues regarding Dominic Cumming’s, my aide and special advisor.

I know there has been a lot of anger and emotion generated amongst the general population as a result of allegations being made against him that he flaunted the lockdown rules, devised by him, rules which we expect everyone else (cough cough, sips from glass of water, hand visibly shaking) to comply with.

I know my words yesterday in support of Mr Cummings may not have gone down well in some quarters, as the many thousands of complaints by the British public today have demonstrated.

However I have information now that I can share with you that will undoubtedly ease your minds on this subject, and clear this matter up once and for all.

Following yesterday’s briefing Mr Cummings and I spent some time last night re-examining our private diaries for the initial date in question, when it is alleged that he drove his family 260 miles north of London to his parents property in Durham.

We concluded that somehow there has been a massive mistake made, a misunderstanding of significant proportions.

It can’t be right. It didn’t happen because on the night in question he was with me.

I sent him out for chips. I had cod and chips with two pickled onions, and he had a special fish, mushy peas and a battered fritter, and we had a late night conference call with HRH the Duke of York about a charity event we want him to head up.

I’m glad that clears everything up. Now I must be off, state affairs wait for no man, and all that.”

As he hastily turns away, the shambolic looking figure opens up the fridge door, and someone nearby thought they heard him whisper “Move over Dominic, I think we’ve gotten away with it.”

Enough with the Nike nonsense

For goodness sake, Britain’s media propaganda arm in Scotland, give it a rest with the fallacious and spurious insinuations of cover ups by the Scottish Government.

The mainly invisible Boris Johnson and his band of posh cretins, still quietly amongst themselves believing in the bonkers herd immunity theory, (the plebs and their children can get Covid -19 or Kawasaki Disease and expire but we’ll keep Eton, Winchester and Harrow shut so that future versions of themselves can remain protected) go about their merry way, lying through their expensively worked upon teeth, even when it is easy to prove that they are lying, and making criminally incompetent decisions which are causing unnecessary deaths by the score.

All the while this cabal of entirely unfit for purpose self servers are not being held to the slightest bit of account by their impotent media, apart from by a former sleazy newspaper editor born-again tv anchor whom they’ve banned themselves from talking to.

Meanwhile, in Scotland the hacks of the press are still trying to find a smelly turd where one does not exist.

if this rubbish about conferences in Edinburgh, and who did what,when, why in February, weeks before 251,684 folk from all over the place, crammed in together, attended the Cheltenham Festival, continues for much longer Nike would be as well launching a new set of sports shoes, Nike Sturgeons, to give Michael Jordan a run for his money. At her daily briefings Nicola Sturgeon can lob them, sole first, at the baying idiots on the screen in front of her every time they ask her a dippit question.

Scottish media, away and make a real job of journalism instead of sucking on the teat of the British state. Enough with the falsehoods. Leave the First Minister of Scotland to get on with her job, the task of keeping the people of Scotland alive.

A Four Nations Approach

The now infamous and disgraceful Sarah Smith ‘mistake’ is just another, if extreme, example of the systematic unceasing undermining of Scotland’s right to make decisions for itself.

During the current human crisis which is the world pandemic news and current affair programmes by the British state broadcast media continue, with unrelenting pressure to try and convince you that the Scottish Government should fall into line behind the wildly incompetent, and criminally negligent British Government.

This is oft quoted, and pitched at you, as a need to avoid the confusion of different rules, a need, they say, for a “Four nations approach”,

Anybody who feels that they may be on the slippery slope to actually falling for such nonsense, please bear in mind that a “Four nations approach” as the media and unionist politicians mean it, refers to three nations doing exactly what the fourth and largest nation tells them to do.

This applies even where these three other nations (actually two other nations and a province) are entirely at odds, and disagree with, some of the decisions the larger nation takes which put the lives of thousands of folk in danger.

Those lives are secondary in importance to the larger nation having total overall control, and the power of veto, over what are supposed to be partners in a political union.

There is something desperately wrong and sickening about that arrangement.

Rue Britannia

“Enjoyed the opportunity? “ Nicola Sturgeon, First Minister of Scotland has, according to one of the British state’s broadcaster’s propaganda agents in Scotland, Sarah Smith, enjoyed the opportunity to set her own lock down rules, and not have to follow what’s happening in England and other parts of the UK.

“Enjoyed?” This, only a few weeks after the strain of the responsibility of decision making and leadership in Scotland during this dreadful time for humanity so very nearly overwhelmed Nicola Sturgeon, whilst being subjected to a particularly cutting line of questioning about Scottish care homes at Holyrood FMQ’s, that she struggled desperately for a moment to stop herself bursting into sorrowful tears. “Enjoyed” Sarah?

C’mon, that is a low blow, even for the BBC. This despite the Scottish Government at every opportunity possible making the point that petty politics should be set aside right now as clearly there are far more important things to worry us all, the First Minister herself going out of her way to avoid the trap of criticising the bumbling deadly incompetence of her equivalent and his train wreck load of numpty government ministers south of the border.

So much so that when asked to step in tae the interview fire pit of the born-again former sleazebag Piers Morgan, (because the British government are feart of him), to try and explain the hashy bashy London lockdown release rules last week, where ye can meet yer granny aff the bus, but only on a Tuesday, and only if you are wearing a patch over yer right eye, and have a window open, but if you’ve a cleaner or a nanny, ye know, like we’ve all got, they can come in and exercise in your hoose as long as they’ve bought a chrysanthemum at a garden centre, and if you’ve got a dug you are allowed tae play tennis, up tae 7pm, apart from Sunday’s (the silly feckers even got the day the rules were coming into force wrong) even then she refused to be drawn into politics, and criticising them. Morgan in the end had to try and put words in her mouth, which she repelled very well.

But naw, the relentless nip nip nip of the British state still goes on, even in a world pandemic. Rule Britannia? Rue Britannia!

Smith in her comments too was factually incorrect, as she often is as a cheerleader for London. The First Minister is entirely in step with most of the other countries of the UK, just about all of them in fact.

There’s only one that isn’t, the one that’s made an entire arse of every decision they’ve taken since all of this started, the one that will have a number of questions to answer regarding systematic, and at times, deliberate criminal negligence causing the deaths of many thousands of innocents. That government is centred in Downing Street.

Surely to goodness when this is all over it is time to unlock the shackles of a false Union, a Union that doesn’t care if you live or die, as long as those in control of that Union possess the power, assets and resources that Scotland allows them to keep. It is that simple.

Common sense?

“This is the BBC. I’m Alvar Liddell. Now direct from the Cabinet Office in Downing Street, the Prime Minister….”

“We shall fight it in the air and seaports, although Dobbin has long since bolted, it’ll still be able to come from France though, but you cannot go to Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland, we shall fight it in the water supply, even though it isn’t in the water supply, or in the seas and oceans, we shall send you back to work, giving us growing confidence, now that you are like canaries in a mineshaft, but thankfully giving us renewing strength in the City, we shall defend our fortunes, whatever the cost may be, to you. We shall persuade you to go to work, but don’t go to to work, leave your homes but stay in, between nervous daily trips on packed buses and trains on your day off you can gather like sardines on the beaches, we shall continue to fight and be wholly incompetent on the international PPE acquisition markets. Stay Alert, we shall fight our invisible deadly enemy in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; if you see it hit it for six with a cricket bat and run for it, we shall never surrender.

Is all of that clear? It’s just good old British common sense.”

Pants on fire

How do they get away with it? How can an elected Minister of the dysfunctional UK government of these days of crisis, in a press briefing, stand there and cluck triumphantly a barefaced untruth about the numbers of citizens tested on a given day, a falsehood easily checked and able to be rebutted by anyone with more than 2 brain cells, and get away with it?

We’ve seen in the last week the criminally negligent corruption and incompetence of the UK government exposed in a Panorama investigation, with allegations revealing failure to prepare for the pandemic we all face, failure to protect those that put their lives on the line for the rest of us, and possibly worst of all, when they feared that their incompetence would be exposed they officially downgraded the Covid -19 virus in terms of risk so that legally they could not be held accountable for not providing health care workers the vital PPE they knew that they hadn’t stockpiled enough of.

All of this which should be sufficient to see a public inquiry launched, and key decision makers questioned and held accountable, but no, that’s been conveniently swept under a carpet, oh look Boris Johnson has become a Dad again!

Even the BBC itself, who produced the programme, failed to promote its content too loudly or follow up in the days after the broadcast in any of its news content.

I think anyone now who has the slightest doubt that the main and principal function of the BBC is to be the British state broadcaster, there to be a platform and defender of the government and established power holders of England and those acting on their behalf in the subsumed surrounding countries it pretends it’s in a union of equals with, is more than naive, they are deluding themselves.

I thought it was bad the other day when the Lazarus-like Beetlejuice version of Winston Churchill started gibbering on about the UK being over the worst of the virus, past the peak. I nearly choked on a cheesy wotsit though when he said “we have so far succeeded in the first and most important task we set ourselves as a nation to avoid the tragedy that engulfed other parts of the world”.

What planet is he living on, is he still delirious from his recent encounter with Rona? Is he on some sort of mind altering hallucinogenic medication?

At the last count the UK had 27,510, oops sorry 27, 511, oh sorry I did it again, 27,512 deaths, that we know about, from this deadly virus. Think about that.

Britain has the second worst death toll in Europe, with only Italy, and the land of the giant nappied baby leader across the Atlantic worse in the world, and it’s catching Italy up rapidly.

Why aren’t the media all over Johnson and his crew, questioning what is coming out of their mouths versus the facts? Does it take just the loathsome Piers Morgan to stand up to them?

Now, we have Matt Hancock, standing behind the podium yesterday, falsely trumpeting how magnificent his government’s policies and strategies have been in ‘ramping up’ (they love that phrase almost as much as ‘following the science’) the pledge they’ve failed on to reach a mythical target for testing per day by the end of April.

Matty reckons they’ve exceeded their target of 100,000 daily tests, in fact his ‘audacious’ target setting at the beginning of April has borne fruit, with 122,000 odd tests carried out on the last day of the month (said confidently with neither a red neck or a nervous finch or fidget).

No they didn’t, 50,000 of the tests counted in that figure are not tests that have actually occurred. These 50,000 are test kits which have been posted out to people’s homes that haven’t came back in yet.

The actual figure they tested was 73,000. Where is the media scrutiny of these blatant falsehoods?

It would appear that at time of world crisis, in a situation where government incompetence is leading to the deaths of thousands of our fellow human beings, on an unprecedented scale, propaganda comes first.

Better Together? Ooft!