Random Ramblings

War Games

So our great leader is off to Kiev next week. I’m sure he’ll do a brilliant job at minimising the risk of war between Russia and Ukraine. Just as he’s done such a brilliant job of everything else, not just whilst PM of course.

I am so tired of his mendacity, and of his government’s complicity in enabling it. And then there’s the constant gaslighting by Johnson and his cabinet colleagues. As if the rules could be interpreted differently. As if we are mistaken on what is right, and what is wrong. On what were the rules back in 2020. It must be unbearable for anyone who really suffered at that time. To have the sacrifices they made belittled by the very people who instructed them to make them.

It’s vile.

With the way that the Gray report is being handled, our electoral system, and usually pliant media, (they will come back onside in good time for the next election), I doubt that the Tories or Johnson specifically will get the comeuppance they deserve.

These types never do.

I think of Blair. Could have been one of the greatest PMs of the 20th century. Could do no wrong. Could have followed international protocol, and not joined Bush in the second Iraq war. We all know where that ended up.

The same with Johnson. These people never seem to think about the long term implications of their actions. Well that’s how it appears from here, down amongst the little people who don’t seem to matter. I guess there could be a really well thought out long term strategic plan around Brexit to ensure that the whole of the country benefits from that particular decision.

Back to the Ukraine. I hope, and think, that there won’t actually be a war. My belief is that those in power who will ultimately determine whether it actually happens won’t want to risk what they already have – the wealth, the power, all the trappings of their ‘hard earned’ success. But as with any situation like this all it takes is one mistake, one error of judgment, one blundering oaf to stumble in and say or do the wrong thing at the wrong time. Oh…

I’ll finish with a poem. Not one of mine, but this, by Rudyard Kipling.

A Dead Statesman

I could not dig: I dared not to rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall server me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?

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