Reviewing a “Amiable Rotter”

Victory

PumpIt
UpLordBoris
OfKlevesHeWhoUni
TedPrekariats*ToElites
AndWon

!NiK[‘19]

A while back in one of my blogs I referred to the “Amiable Rotter” of Greyfriers/Billy Bunter notoriety. The Rotter [for the confused: I refer to el Boris the new “Ruler” of England] won then and has won again. This time with the biggest majority in a generation: he is the Lion King for the moment.

It was almost inevitable… even though no media that I followed, predicted such a landslide… At best it would, many hoped, be another hung parliament. The part of the [so-called] Left called Labour, overestimated their tame fodder’s preference for a full-on post-Marxist style confiscation of things; and its rump resolved on getting a job done, in place of fancy chat shows signifying: literally NO THING….

And so the amiable rotter has pulled the biggest electoral heist in recent memory… in fact in more than a generation. He has separated the Precariat* from the historical Working class.

The significance of what is and has happened is still being processed and even denied by the populace. And of course: it may easily turn into hell on earth.

But what if it doesn’t? The Alchemist famously said that which happens once may never happen again but that which happens twice will almost certainly happen a third time. Leave won twice.

Now: full disclosure. I do not live in the UK and was/am firmly a Remainer. I did not think that the … English had it in them to go for the moon, while free bread was on offer. I was wrong… perhaps. So since I am a democrat one must accept that the majority want to move on… hoping that it turns out ok. But it’s like leaving home when, you’ve grown up… not easy… Must be done.

So: The next fifty years may be humanity’s last fifty years as an organised entity…. Well for a while anyway. If the emerging new world is to survive it needs to move forward into the future as it is unfolding: not rush off in pursuit of a Luddite past.

Seemingly; everything about this “Amiable Rotter” suggest that he has a vision of himself as the megalith giant of the 21st century… The man who renewed prosperity. And so I salute him as a man of practical purpose… Who may have a breadth OF VISION that is palpable.

Thus far he reveals someone whose destiny does not relate to renewing the mortgage every five years. He is however concerned with being remembered, a thousand years from now… Most excellent fellow: if that is true. There hasn’t been a different candidate who better deserved the job… Well maybe the comedian who grabbed Ukraine and created a modern reality show called the Impeachment’s Charade… But. That is another tale.

Boris has captured this emerging Precariat* class for the moment. Labour has to realise its historical hegemony amongst the broad proletariat has been fatally undermined… and so far their loss has simply been seen as a clumsy error.

At a fundamental level the goals of the old/new [non?] Working class and Professor Standing’s emerging “Precariat” are in opposition: one, the latter, being aspirational: the other, those who actually voted Labour: support seeking and/or radical left type revolutionary. Boris has an epoch changing opportunity. (I would also humbly suggest that sustaining his winning formula should include UBI.]

Aah. So to close this summer blog from a place feeling the edges of climate shifts… Jozi northwest central…. My home in my own private forest in Afrika… six kms from the financial heart of same: Afrika. Let me hope you all had a wonderful festive season and look toward a great 2020 and… As I write this, missiles have rained down on random runways in Iraq: and President Tsunami pauses his finger on the Tweeter button…. Which gives me a fun lead into what I call the “Impeach Tsunami” Misdirektion of the year… ….

Those who have frequented my pages may know that I set out in March last year to write a XrappZi a day, for the rest of the year. The year finished with about 375 of the 22 syllable poems in five lines each. [See above opener for those who may be confused for a moment.]

So to close the year I’ve chosen to feed you some of my favourites, for reasons that may now seem obvious. The one up front [about which I have just reminded you] commented on Boris’ amazing victory. The cluster that follows below were all written, during the same seven-day period this year following the event described in the first two stanzas…. So I joined them up… Because they treased me at the time… And given the [US] Democrats apparent reluctance to pursue their first round sucker punch … perhaps I have touched a nerve… You choose.

Here it is: Enjoy: XrappZi J# 16-20

Ex[s]tinktionRulz
WhatGoes
UpMayNever
ComeDownForSuchWas
TheStateOfATeenageFrown
MostCurt.

Greta
ThunbergCriedOut
HowDareYouPutEx[s]tink
TionOnPauseTalkOfFairyTales!
Money!

SheSpoke
TheyTrembledThen
KnowingThereWasNoGo
IngBackTooManyMouthsWanting
MoreFood.

SoThey
CalledForMis
DirektionImpeachTsu
NamiDistraktNoiseHowDareWe
DrownOut.

“TwoThings
OnlyThePeo
PleDesireBreadAndCir
Cus[s]esRepublikGoneEmpire’s
NoMore”*.

!NiK[19]
With thanks to Juvenal who wrote the closing stanza [more or less] 2000 plus, years ago.
Join us as we discover the start of what may, for a time, be the “roaring twenties” revisited: and hopefully not the kind of roaring Australia is presently experincing. .
Loves you all
!NiK
• Precariat/Prekariat: Amongst a diffuse body of work Professor Guy Standing of University of London published The Precariat: The New Dangerous Class, also called a Transformative class. Boris has captured this class for the moment. Labour has to realise its historical hegemony amongst the broad proletariat has been fatally undermined.

Ex[s]tinktionRulz

WhatGoes

UpMayNever
ComeDownForSuchWas
TheStateOfATeenageFrown
MostCurt

What is fascinating about the rolling daily news pattern, in what’s called the ‘mainstream media…’ are things, events specifically, that happen; take on an orchestrated symphony of notedness [sic], with box ticking ephemerality [nog a sic]: and then vanish: as if they never happened at all. Escalating patterns of massive storms, tsunami’s, tornado’s… Old events… now on steroids… Today’s news, tomorrow‘s loo roll, as the old saying went.

Take two things that happened this month; each of which made a contribution to my daily purpose: you’ll remember… “A XrappZi a day for the rest of the way.”… You started this read with one of them….

The first of the two amongst many, some of intriguing portent, gave me three stanzas. An Eons old Travel Company went belly up… About four packed Wembley stadium crowds of holidaymakers; some 160,000 humans, were, overnight left stranded wherever they were: with vendors demanding unpaid expenses. They had to be ferried back to the UK from many destinations by a massive fleet of planes, hired for the job by the UK government.

Done: covered… and vanished without trace. No more comment, no more interviews, no more anything. Who did or didn’t get paid in that emergency never breathed again…

Gone.

And: curiously normal.

Then there was a grumpy teenager from hell who terrorised the United Nations for two minutes or maybe twelve… Apparently she paddled across the Atlantic in some kind of floating arrangement and was obviously angry. She came to rant at the general assembly about why was there no urgency over Klimate change… or as she prefers: … Klimate Ex[S]tinktion.

In the interests of disclosure, I remind you that my website has carried a picture of a burning planet: for more than a decade. Also that I write [fictional I hope] stories about a world klimate based catastrophic… post-apokalypse place. What she said was not a surprise… I thought I was writing fiction: and I keep wondering if it is.

So for this reason I am going to focus on a curious state of silence following the generally startled reaction, to an apparently enraged teenager: telling the adult world they sucked big time. She certainly used some of the most distinctly, disruptively abrasive, undiplomatically ‘korekt’ tones ever presented to the General Assembly since, maybe, Khrushchev. She even out Trumped Mr. Trump for a few tweets… And there was an upwelling of ….

Well whatever it was, it was ambushed out of left field with the most amazing high level misdirection in decades.

I am beginning to wonder if there is something so final about what the young lady said, that her outburst was almost synchronously TRUMPED: Literally. Certainly, an almost unprecedented flurry of mass scale misdirection: to upscale our daily diet of “Bread and Circus[s]es”?

So my top September konstrukt is therefore…The earnest young lady who somehow gave me six stanzas over a few weeks: –

Ex[s]tinktionRulz

WhatGoes
UpMayNever
ComeDownForSuchWas
TheStateOfATeenageFrown
MostCurt

Greta
ThunbergCriedOut
HowDareYouPutEx[s]tink
TionOnPauseTalkOfFairyTales!
Money!

SheSpoke
TheyTrembledThen
DidBroodThereWasNoGo
IngBackTooManyMouthsWanting
MoreFood.

SoThey
CalledOutMis
DirektionImpeachThe
TrumpDistraktNoisyHowDareWe
DrownOut.

“TwoThings
OnlyThePeo
PleDesireBreadAndCir
Cus[s]esRepublikGoneEmpire’s
NoMore”.

WhatMakes
Human’sUnique
IsThatWeAreGifted
ToKonstruktImaginery
NewWorlds

!NiK[19]
With thanks to Juvenal who wrote the penultimate stanza [more or less] 2000 plus, years ago.
Loves ya all
Nicholas