Brexit Us

A Song for Europe

Brexit Us by Bob Barmy and the Railers

Brexit- Us! Movement of yah people?

Oh! Oh! Oh yeah...

Bojo and Moggwitch use Ya and bring Yah down.

When ya see yah light,

These Boys just tell yah

You’ve got it wrong.

Everything is ‘Hard Right’

So we gonna walk away, all right?

No more manipulations

Across the generations

No more tribulations.

Brexit-Us, Movement of the people?

Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah...

Open up your eyes and look!

Are yah satisfied (with the Brexit yah gettin’?), Uh?

Yah know, over a cliff yah goin’.

Brexit-Us don’t care where ya from

As long as y’all leavin' Babylon

Y’all goin’ to Bojo Fairyland.

Brexit-Us! Movement of yah people?

Sent us a Bullshit Bojo

There for all to see

Sent us a Mad Moggwitch

As whacky as whacky can be.

Brexit-Us: it’s the ‘Hard Right’

Manipulation of yah people

Oh yeah...ooh yeah, Hard Right

Lies for all yah people

Open up your eyes

And look at him

A bloated Narcissus with a

Crocodile grin.

He don’t care where yah from

Or whether you’re  leavin’ Babylon

Y’all there to take him to Fairyland.

Brexit-Us

It’s the Hard Right

Brexit-Us

Now, Now, now....etc. etc.

With Thanks to the Late Great Bob Marley

More Ramblin'

Quote of the Week

"No matter how they enforce Brexit, the British identity is dwindling.It's really theidea of English Identity that needs to be addressed now. That English colonial racism is still there. Look how Enlishness presents itself at the World Cup. They are always convinced that they are going to win and immediately start singing Rule Britannia. It's crazy. The colonial racism is still there. It's embedded."

More Ramblin' across Borders

Well my old darlings, I’ve been away for a while blowing through the jasmine of my mind!

Yes, I know that’s a line from an Isley Brothers song but I’ve been angsting about how to start this piece for ages and it’s the best I could come up with – lovely song by the way.

Anyway, anyway, having re-entered the world so to speak, I rather wish I’d stayed wherever it was I went to (Sorry, that’s really clumsy and no doubt breaks all kinds of grammatical rules – bear with me I’ll get into my stride in two shakes)

So,(Christ, I really hate this modern obsession with starting every sentence with “So”, and what with that and parroting the Australian preoccupation of finishing every sentence with a question mark, no wonder the world’s in such a state!)

I know that’s a bit of an overstatement, but the world is in a state.

So(!) let’s start with Brexit. No, let’s not start with Brexit. Let’s start with the fact that that as an individual with little or no influence about what’s happening in the country, I am sometimes overcome with anger and a sense of hopelessness; which, by the way, aptly describes, at least up to the suffix –ness, the ineptness of the current crop of politicians!

So(!), I have to admit that, even so, I’m a politics programme nerd; Politics Live, Newsnight, Marr, Peston, Prime Minister’s Questions. I watch the lot.

So(!), the only one I recuse myself from watching (a touch of Jeff Sessions coming in there!) is Question Time; the reason being that I always end up screeching at the telly No, not because of the fatuousness of the panel, although that’s a given, but because of the audience.

So(!), yes the audience. I am constantly bemused by the ignorance and sheer bloody mindedness of my fellow citizens to consider developing evidence that points to remaining in the EU as the most sensible, logical and rational decision, and then acting on it.

So(!), I have long thought that human beings – and perhaps most especially English ones – have a surprising ability to ignore evidence in favour of belief systems based on the desire to hold to a position no matter how untenable; prime examples of this, in relation to Brexit (shit) negotiations, is the oft heard comments “Just get on with it” and “Why don’t we just leave?.

So(!), these seemingly worthy burghers refuse to countenance the legitimacy of contractual obligations and presumably stop paying their rents or mortgages when they’ve decided they have been “…told what to do once too often”. Duh!

Or, (I’m getting really fed up with that”so “word) they take the view something akin to saying:

“I’ve had enough of my right hand not knowing what my left hand is up to so (whoops), I’ve decided

the left hand has got to go.

And then:

“But that will lead to all kinds of unwanted consequences. You’ll be unable to do anything that requires two hands; you won’t be able to hold a fork; you won’t be able to do an authentic Mexican wave and, finally, you are, of course left handed!

“I don’t care, I’ve made my decision and it would be undemocratic of you to persuade me otherwise”

SOME LATER

“Ooh, I didn’t realise that I couldnt……………..”

So(!), I’m feeling just about rambled out. But before I go let me end with a quote from John Maynard Keynes who said on changing his mind:

“When I get more evidence, I sometimes change my mind”

 

Evidence, citizens, evidence!

 

Another fine Grayling Cock up

 

On hearing the news of Government's 'bail out' of Community Rehabilitation Companies (CRC)

 This Be Far Worse

He'll fuck it up will Grayling

He may not mean it; he has no clue

He fucked it up at Justice

Now he's fucking the railways too.

But he is fucked up in his turn

By a Toff in old style hats and coats

Who loves to make his Tories churn

And keeps them at one another's throats

Each Department hands Graystoke misery on

It deepens like a coastal shelf

Lord keep you lusty if he can

 - he's gonna end up at Health.

  

With thanks to Philip Larkin

Britannia Playhouse presents...

BRITTANIA PLAYHOUSE PRESENTS

BREXIT – A TRAGEDY…..waiting to happen

A Madhouse Production

In association with Headless Chickens Promotions

Supported by The No Direction Company

The Players

Theresa May - A gay young thing who just loves meeting people

Boris Johnson =  Self-serving flip flopper

Michael Gove -  Uriah Heep do-a-like

Bernard Jenkin -  Hammer Horror squad playe

r

IDS  - Failed leader

Sir Bill Cash -  Empire Loyalist?

Peter Bone - Whatever Mrs Bone says

Liam Fox -  Believes in the global importance of……oh yes…..himself

David Davies -  Flatters to deceive…..for a minute or two

Dominic Raab  -  Snotty – or does he just have a sinus problem

Theresa Villiers - Just scary

Kate Hoey -  Former high jump champion – now believe we should all be for the high jump

John Redwood -  Cliff edge Johnny

Esther McVey - Some say all Liverpudlians are comedians

                                                                                              Nah, this ones just a joke!

Jacob Rees-Mogg Caricature – well, of Jacob Rees-Mogg

Act One

Scene The forest – so thick you cant see the wood for the trees

Once upon time……………………………..

The British Brexiteer

Grenadier companies were first formed in the British Army in 1678; they were finally abolished in 1855 when the military realised after a period of consideration and contemplation that lobbing hand grenades had resulted in as many lobbers being killed by these deadly lumps of metal as those lobbed at. During the intervening 277 years the British demonstrated a gargantuan appetite for self- defeating actions, many of which are celebrated in jingoistic songs. The appetite for self- deception,and the self-inflicted wound amongst us Brits continues unassuaged into the present.

THE BRITISH BREXITEER

(To the tune of The British Grenadier)

The British Brexiteers

Some talk of Geoffery Archer,

And some of Donald Trump,

And there are many others, who also give us the ‘ump,

But of all the world’s dissemblers

There’s none that can compare,

What rot, what rot, what rot, what rot,

To the British Brexiteer.

Those heroes of iniquity,

Are full of contradictions,

They little care for others’ fears

And ply us with their fictions,

But our brave boys they know it

That all will end in tears,

What rot, what rot, what rot, what rot,

For the British Brexiteers.

When e’er they are commanded,

By the Govenor and his Johnson,

They sally forth like the aged Don

And seek remainers to pounce on,

But for all their smoke and bluster

There’s nought but muted cheers,

What rot, what rot, what rot, what rot,

The British Brexiteers.

And when the show is over,

To the Lord Mogg they’ll give thanks,

But Albion will be busted down

From officer to other ranks,

Yet they will shout and holler

And give themselves a cheer,

What rot, what rot, what rot, what rot,

For the British Brexiteer.

Oh what a tale of woe is this,

Led by the witless few,

Who, no doubt, will escape the rout

When their time is due,

But we will not forgive them

So dense beyond compare,

What rot, what rot, what rot, what rot,

The British Brexiteer.

Clemantics unleashed

 

                              CLEMANTICS UNLEASHED

Ladies and Gentlemen (and particularly Gentlemen-of-a-certain age) I give you.... Sir Christopher Chump/Chopper/Dope/Choke/‘Bloke’ (and many more) to describe the ultimate walking self-caricature of a ‘Toryboy’ that even Sir Jools Brassiere could not equal. The Guardian have outed this pathetic Misogynistic Member for Christ-Knows-What-Church (Marlborough College, St. Andies, and Inner Temple) aka The Pious,Pompous ‘Guardian of our Christian Morals' (by self appointment)

The trouble is that Chope shares this special brand of entitlement and misogyny with many notable Tories, who have more power and influence than he  -  The Gover, The BoJJer, ID 'quiet man' S ,and of course,  Foxy 'Fox-it-up' Fox to name but a few. Unfortunately, they often are aided and abetted in their hatred and objectification of women by female MPs (particularly the Leaderene), who have spent too long around male Tory members so that they have internalised sexism.

Like the Moggwich Cuckoo, Mr No-Hope likes nothing better than a good filibuster. Our parliamentary correspondent told me " He loves nothing better than to bring out his Chope-R and kill off a private member's bill ."

Here comrades is our new rallying cry “CHOKE THE CHOPE!!”....for this anachronistic shyster has got beyond a Choke!

Bye-election watch

CLEMANTICS UNLEASHED

Bye-election watch

Jezza should take heed of the Lewisham result on Thursday night but he and his clique of “Left Wing Dogmatists” won’t. Dogmatists, like dogs who bark because they haven’t been exercised love to growl, yap and bark at anyone and everything rather than DO something that would reduce the need to hear them whine. Are we not incensed by all the Dogmatists of the British Parliamentary membership?