Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 13 September 2015
Good kings, bad kings
It is difficult not to keep droning on about the Corbyn landslide at the moment, so fresh in our minds is the political bombshell.
Two things are worrying me a little - that he will suddenly start wearing slick, shiny suits and red ties, and that he will pretend he has a good sense of humour by reading carefully-crafted jokes written for him by out-of-work, left-wing BBC playwrights, rather like Margaret Thatcher excruciatingly did.
There are quite a few thousand people currently working in the arms industry who are in fear of losing their jobs in the next five years as well. Let's hope that he can find alternative incomes for them if he ever fulfils his ambition of scrapping Trident. I wonder what their union is? Are they even allowed to have one?
Actually, there is another worry lurking in the back of my mind as well, and that is that I do not recall ever meeting a tee-total vegetarian who I actually warmed to, let alone liked. Vegetarians, yes. Tee-totals yes too (but not as many), but the two combined? Never.
In the cold light of the first post-election dawn, I am beginning to think this one through. All the 'what ifs' are starting to surface, the biggest one being 'what if he actually became Prime Minister?'
Oliver Cromwell lasted eight years. That's a hell of a long time to go without Christmas and associated dancing and revelry. He had to have a king killed to get into power as well. The entire Romanov family were put to death for the sake of a socialist ideology. Most of the French aristocracy went the same way. For a monarchist like me, these are disturbing thoughts.
You know what the worst thing about democracy is? The potentiality for mob-rule and fascism. Churchill was wrong on this subject.