Today’s hilarious yet hideous reality is the unedifying Queen’s
speech in which the coalition promised to do loads of stuff they will never do
and Ed Miliband’s response tried to suggest he had the first clue about the
disaffection of the voters with politics and politicians. He used all the right
words, most of them in the right order, then destroyed the illusion of temporary
sanity by neatly listing Labour’s ersatz, listening-to-the-people response. A housing
bill, an immigration bill a minimum wage bill… a bill for this, a bill for that,
an energy bill, a lack-of-energy bill, a duck bill, a platypus bill, a bill for bloody everything.
For pity’s sake Ed, we are drowning in bills; for some of
us our entire life is spent either working to pay our own bills or to pay the
tax to pay you lot to dream up ‘those’ bills. We may as well just burn most of our wages for all the good they bring us. But I don’t expect Ed or
his ilk to ever understand this; Justine probably does the paperwork in their household
anyway, or maybe they have an accountant; doesn’t everybody? Tony Blair may
have holed Labour's empty vessel with the outright lie of unfulfilled ‘education, education, education’ but the millipede
wants to go further still and brave the stormy seas on a raft of legislation, legislation, legislation!
Fortunately, yer Uncle Batsby has his spies out and about
with their ears to the ground and I can reveal that, like the BBC, ‘I have
learned’ the following important rumours: Worried about your weight? Worry no
more, because Labour’s new Gravity Bill will reset the dysfunctional ‘mass’
market. By capping the kilograms nobody need weigh any more than their ideal
weight ever again. The obesity crisis solved by a waft of His Celestial Majesty’s
magic philanthropy stick. But why stop with simply altering the laws of
physics?
Replace the tedious and convoluted legal system, so tortuous
and verbose that all it does is make rich men of the worst lawyers, with a law
and order bill containing a statement banning all crime. I wonder that nobody
thought about it before. Starving? Make starving illegal; job done. Similarly,
why declare war on want when you can just pass a bill declaring want a crime in
itself? Legislate for longevity, life, love and loveliness and all will be
well, says Magic Ed… from his lofty perch atop the magic toadstool, waggling his
limp little wand, down among the faeries in the bosky glades of Dingley Dell.
What is wrong with these people, who pretend to feel our
pain even as they recline on soft, downy cushions, the powerful opiates of the money-morphine
isolating their nervous systems entirely from the world of human pain and
suffering? I don’t want my politicians to empathise – or worse, pretend to
empathise – I want them to actually do something. I want them clean and sober,
up off their arses and leading. I genuinely don’t need to believe they are my
friends and every time one of them lays a metaphorical hand on my shoulder and tells
me she cares, all I can sense is the unadulterated whiff of hypocritical bullshit.
But hey, look on the good side: today is the Newark by-election!
And whatever happens between UKIP and the Conservatives, Ed’s lot are in for a
thumping and could well end up disappearing in a puff of smoke. Abraca-fucking-dabra.
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