Month: January 2021

The President’s Diary

 The President’s Diary

20 January, 2021: Day 1      UNITY

Inaugural Speech on the importance of Unity

 My distinguished guests, my fellow Americans. This is America’s day. This is democracy’s day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages, America has been tested a new and America has risen to the challenge. Today we celebrate the triumph not of a candidate but of a cause, a cause of democracy. The people – the will of the people – has been heard, and the will of the people has been heeded.

And 2450 more words of blah blah blah.

“Let America not be an example of force but as a force of example.”

Cut to cameras on around twenty National Guard soldiers standing roughly grouped on watch. They were tall, tough, in camouflage and masked. Each of them wore dark sunglasses toted a machine gun and had more fire-power on their belts.

‘Amazing Grace’ sung by Garth Brooks.

A sublime rendition until Garth, in deference to Joe’s stress on unity, tells the crowd he wants them all to join in on the final, electrifying climax as a show of unity. Garth appears not to have noticed that every single person was masked. So his crowd-funded echo of Biden’s exultant cry for unity was really a work in progress. So whether the crowds did in in is a moot point. We would never know. The resulting dull, muffled rumble served only to mar Brook’s stupendous crescendo.

One must imagine a great choir about to perform in one of Europe’s grandest cathedrals.

The choir are assembled in lustrous robes. The conductor in a sleek dinner jacket strides down the centre aisle, leaps onto the stage and takes his place at his lectern. He taps his baton. The choir take a deep breath and ——

They at once donned masks and in time for the first stroke of their master’s baton sang like angels in hessian sacks.

Oh and Lady Gaga was atrocious. Pure pantomime dame. A dog. How can someone so ugly with such a foghorn croak get to be so rich and famous? Maybe I should ask Madonna. Anyway, apart from the weird make-up she wore a gigantic round bright red dress that looked like she was riding a giant tomato or she had the biggest zit in history on her butt and didn’t want to burst it before the inauguration.

21 January: Day 2                  Demolition

The President promptly set about dismantling all the policy changes, tax cuts and legislation that 74 million Americans (sorry, fellow Americans) had voted for on November 4th, barely ten weeks before.                           Go, Unity Joe, go!

22 January: Day 3                  Evacuation

White House Chief of Staff Ron Klain announces a slew of presidential appointments, predominantly BAME and female (both natural and transgender).

‘Evacuation’ was POTUS code for crapping all over those white supremacist racist trash who trumped up the Capitol.

23 January: Day 4                  Revelation

No sooner have the 74 million managed to wipe off the crap President Biden dumped on them than they are reminded via their preferred radio and TV stations of what Democrats really think of them.

  • Joe Biden, as he seeks Veep, praises Obama by stating Barack was “the first mainstream African-American who is articulate, bright and clean.”                                                                                        2007
  • Barack Obama, refers to small town America as “still clinging to guns and religion and antipathy to people who aren’t like them.” 2012
  • Hillary Clinton in the 2016 presidential election campaign refers to Trump supporters as ‘a basket of deplorables’ in a major speech broadcast across the nation as she desperately tried to smear her rival.                                                                                                   2015

There may be a pattern emerging here.

24 January: Day 5                 American Carnage.

Watch and see. It’ll run for years on all channels.

Tbc on NBC.

Men Who Would Be Kings

                                              Tony, Dil & Ridley

That’s the thing about families. One member subdues another. To be liked is to be weak.

According to Dil, times were hard especially for little Tony. A mother dead, a father mourning and preoccupied with work and keeping a roof over the boys’ heads and food on the table, Dil as the older brother took charge of Tony. The love and affection sowed between them from then on produced a mighty harvest.

Tyneside. 1950s. Tough times. Hard men. But although Dil and Tony grew resilient and resourceful they never lost a tenderness. However tough the hide they showed the world, a softer, gentler fellow lay below.

So it was that I expected when I met Tony to find a meeker, milder man, not the loud, ebullient, loquacious and irrepressible spirit of Dil. I was mistaken. Tony was even louder, more ebullient, knocking back glass after glass of scotch and smoking cigarettes ceaselessly. A card. A wag. A professional Scotsman. But wholly agreeable and entertaining. What he was not was deferential. Childhood had not subdued him, nor reliance on the older brother.

In John Huston’s 1975 film ‘The Man Who Would Be King’, Sean Connery and Michael Caine play two chancers, Danny Dravot and Peachy Carnehan, renegade British soldiers looking to get rich in the Wild East of India during the Raj.

With the bemused blessing of Rudyard Kipling they leave India, cross Afghanistan and after a perilous journey reach the remote kingdom of Kafiristan, a place no white man has ever visited.

Carnehan (Caine) and Dravot (Connery) intend to be kings of this fabulous kingdom.

On their arrival in Kafiristan they witness a line of blind-folded monks, young, not aged, threading their way through a field of worshippers on a desert slope.

“Why are they wearing blind-folds?” Peachy asks their guide and interpreter.

“They do not want to see any badness, sir.”

Thus we have the modern world in a nutshell.