Traitor Trump!

   

As much as I hate (present tense, my hatred, in this instance, doesn’t die with the object of my odium) Margaret Thatcher, I never thought that she was a traitor.  I thought her policies were misguided to the point of perversity, and I believe that she changed British society for the worse in virtually everything she did, but I do not believe for a moment that she was actively and consciously working against Britain.

     Whereas with Trump . . .

     The refusal to implement the cross-party sanctions against Russia are scandalous.  What does that man have to do before most of the country recognizes that virtually everything he does and says shows a deep and unthinking rejection of what the United States of America used to stand for.

     It is obvious that Trump finds the company of autocratic, undemocratic, dictators far more congenial than any normal western political leaders.  He has shown scant regard for any of the norms that used to govern political behaviour.  He is the most openly corrupt president that the United States has ever had, and there are quite a few choice specimens of human depravity that have occupied the post before Trump.  But any person who makes Nixon, Regan and Bush (of either variety) seem like the sort of reasonable people that you would welcome to your dinner table for an enjoyable and informative evening, has got to be a bad thing.

     Trump is a pathological liar, a dyed in the wool narcissist, a convicted felon, a convicted sex pest, a bigot, a sexist, a homophobe, a bully, and someone who helped incite, though his deranged denial of the results of the election, an assault on the Capitol, the centre of democratic institution of government.  What else does he have to do to demonstrate to his deranged MAGA base his complete unsuitability for his position and, more importantly to illustrate his lack of loyalty to the country he is bleeding dry.

     I was too young, being a Baby Boomer to appreciate the irreversible change in fortune that World War Two was for Britain.  We kept trailing clouds of past colonial glory throughout my early years, we still had a seat on the Security Council of the UN, we had an independent (sic) nuclear deterrent, swathes of world maps were still coloured pink, we had a voice on the world stage, but as a world power we were hollowed out, and the Suez Crisis illustrated that clearly.   

     The ability of Britain to act in defiance of the world and especially of the USA, that illusion was gone.  In the years since Suez the British have had to come to terms with the fact that we are not a world power and the even our erstwhile ally the USA is now an unreliable partner, and, after what the rogue president Trump has shown, no president will be seen in quite the same way again.

 

A traitor, not only to his own country, but also to the Western Alliance, and to the World.

Down, down we go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the creepiest speeches that I have heard delivered was by That Bloody Woman when she quoted Saint Francis on the steps of Downing Street.  Absolutely stomach churning to listen to That Hag try and pretend that selfless generosity and inclusivity was anywhere near the core philosophy of The Conservative Party – even then!

     Now we have a resident of Number 10 who probably regards Saint Francis as a twelfth century enemy of the people leftie.  With all the hesitant charm of a broken reel to reel tape recorder, The Creature Truss gave her acceptance speech to the Conservative faithful and left the rest of us thinking of just how low a country has to sink to ‘welcome’ such an inarticulate cypher as even a titular leader.

     Unless she now (tomorrow) performs a series of policy U-turns that would tax the capabilities of a F1 driver, we are going to be stuck with someone whose ideology driven wrecking will demean, bankrupt, and kill.  Someone who has lauded the concept of NOT redistributing wealth in the face of the greatest cost of living crisis since the banking fiasco; who welcomes tax cuts that benefit the wealthy as a way of EVENTUALLY helping those in dire need now; who has shown less than a scintilla of interest in the realities of Global Warming.

     I will leave it to others to list her self-serving non-achievements; her lies; her ‘flexible’ beliefs – but I am preparing myself for the real moment of truth when she takes centre stage in front of Downing Street (or inside in case of rain) and says something real about what she is going to do.

     I am steeling myself for the list of cabinet appointments, but the fact that commentators have written that Dorries and Braverman are being considered for any post in government, let alone the highest positions, without breaking down into hysterical sobbing at the Ship of Fools that will be sailing under her captaincy, is horrific.

     Let’s get one thing straight – I care about my country, and I would rather see an excrescence like Truss succeed and the country thrive than have her fail and bring the country down further than it already has with twelve years of Tory Misrule, in which, let us not forget, she has been an active and maleficent wrecker.

     Truss went out of her way in her speech to laud her ‘friend’ Johnson, her friend the lying, narcissist, criminal Johnson.  If she takes his approach to honesty and responsibility, then we are in for a very rocky couple of years before the scythe of the next general election can do its long-delayed work!