Category: Governing the people

WE’RE TALKING ABOUT A REVOLUTION : THE HOME OFFICE has issued stout advice today to the millions of “economically inactive” Britons, just slumming about raising kids, caring for infirm or elderly members of their communities, being infirm themselves or wasting their time incurring massive debts over text books.

“The notion of the unpaid labour of women is right out the window,” a Home Office red eyed, laser sighting, metal talon clawed robot advised, “so too the labour of stay at home dads and the like. 2020? Get on your bike! We’re turning the clock back to a golden age.”

But there is a way to avoid the stigma of being classed as “economically inactive”, should patriotic Britons so desire.

“It’s easy,” the robot went on, it’s head rotating faster and faster, “primary carers are advised to begin billing their infants with invoices that will be liable to VAT, given the sheer amount of cost involved.”

To make it easier the Home Office will be releasing suggested charging schedules for duties such as nappy changing, colic treatment, outside excursions, sleep services and so on.

“Although the free market will ultimately decide the level any duty is charged at in Brexitannia.”

Clearly also elderly relatives, the disabled – if being cared for by family members, and others should also now be charged, so as to not stain their carers with the new shame of economic inactivity.

“It will have the added advantage of bringing younger members of the community out of schools and into the workforce much earlier,” the robot added, it’s eyes heating up and ready to burn, “which will alleviate the pressure to fund schools. It’s really a win win for everyone.”

There’s no sitting about just letting the computer algorithms of the casino traders now running the government do all the work for you. If you have a child, it needs to know it needs to pay. As we all will.

MARKED SAFE IN A WALK IN FRIDGE : FLASHMAN PRODUCTIONS, famous for chronicling Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s meteridiotic rise to the top of the Conservative and Unionist (theoretical) Party has announced a new FEATURE documentary, to hit screens (like a rotten tomato) in 2020. Splat!

“Dude, Where’s my Prime Minister?” is being filmed as we go to print in South Wales, Yorkshire and other places of the UK that it’s highly likely Mr Johnson could even name, if he could even be assed to try.

Big budget house, COBRA Productions, were initially expected to be involved in the documentary, but pulled out before filming started, stating “We didn’t even know it was happening? Wait? What? There’s flooding?”

The film itself will zero in on Mr Johnson’s visible, public reactions to the flooding that is currently ravaging many areas of the country. His difficulties walking the Downing Street dog in a deluge and how Carrie is managing to keep her hair looking less insane than her lover’s.

“It will actually be a short film,” a spokesman for Flashman told LCD Views, “incredibly short. It’s incorrect to call it a feature. It’s not really even a short. At the moment all it is is a poster.”

But why so short?

“Because of a flaw in the premise, I’m happy to admit.”

And what’s that?

“We decided to focus on Mr Johnson’s visible, public reaction to the floods causing misery and terror across the country, his leadership of communities in crisis, and not his big dreams for big bridges. And right now his visible reaction to the floods is zero.”

Perhaps you should have filmed a fly on the wall documentary about Mr Johnson spending all this week on holiday, regardless of what’s happening to the country…

GET DE-NERDIFICATION DONE : BORIS JOHNSON leads a government now rapidly defenestrating itself of experts in all areas.

“It’s because people have had quite enough of them,” a Michael Gove impersonator told LCD Views. “And quite right too. They tend to tell you no. Boris doesn’t do no’s.”

And Global Britons don’t do no either. Well, at least not while they’re in the post Article 50 transition. At least not until they start talking to the EU from the vantage point of a third country. But even then, we’ll just block our ears and say no. Just so.

With disaster capitalists and casino traders now running the economy, there’s only one way we can go. Boom to bust and make a killing.

“We really are making great strides with throwing all the experts out of the window,” the Gove mirror crows, “we’ve got rid of the trade experts, quite visibly, we’ve left the largest free trade zone on Earth in order to forge a new future as a free trade supremo. The nest of Tufton Street think tanks would like to thanks us, on behalf of their shadowy funders, for that.”

That’s some expert ignoring of expert evidence right there. Let’s platform a ‘think tank’ and free ourselves of fact based policy making.

“And we’ve got rid of the diplomatic experts. We’ve shown that by not sitting next to anyone that used to be our friends. Take that Junker. We’ve taken back control of isolation in order to be forge new friendships. And given the motorway pile up our diplomatic relations are becoming with the US, and even Australia, we’re showing why you don’t need experts here too.”

I mean, we’ve Dominic ‘human hard-on’ Raab running the FCO, proof is in the pudding.

“We’re definitely getting rid of bridge building experts. They’ll say you can’t build a bridge to Ireland over a WW2 munitions dump. Such small horizons. You can if you use empty wine crates! Save on the weight, save on the risk of explosions!”

Genius.

“The BBC has got to go! You don’t need experts in disseminating information to the public if you don’t want the public to have information. No. No. No.”

Yeah! Let’s learn to drool our own way.

“And now to show just how liberalising our one nation Conservative government is, we’re hiring in special advisors that favour eugenics. Let’s just be governed by a bunch of self-styled, inheritance rich mavericks, high on the scent of their own misunderstandings and with a fetish for fascism. We can build a new nation wholly comprised of blonde haired super children! Global Britain! Here we go! We’re not racists, but, we like us some eugenics.”

We may have had quite enough of experts, as symbolised by Brexit, but by the time this mad and vicious clown car government has finished we may well need some experts to put us all back together again…

PEOPLE KNEW WHAT THEY WERE VOTING FOR : Sauron’s minor functionary, Michael Gove, has been tasked with a duty additional to torturing hobbits for fun, he now has to oversee the complete subjugation of the British judiciary to self-interested, poor hating autocracy.

What he will recommend is not hard to forecast. All you have to do is look at the Tory Party’s record in government.

“It’s definitely going to be a ring based justice system,” an aide to the Govester told LCD Views, “although I think we can safely assume he will not advise a ring he made for the kings of all the different races. Rather, to spare unnecessary expense, just one ring.”

The ring itself will be made of gold.

“9ct. This will give it the strength required. It’s going to be under quite a lot of pressure. It’ll have to work the magic of taking a slowly liberalising, generally functional, modern representative democracy and turn it into a far right, triumphalist, fascist cash cow for whoever funds all those dodgy ‘think tanks’ nested like vipers at 55 Tufton Street.”

Great! And we hear there will be an inscription on ring?

“Yes. It’s a well known verse. It goes :

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.”

How did they get there? The last cabinet member to climb the greasy fencepost has quit, leaving a row of startled turtles in charge of national affairs.

The country has been sold a pig in a poke and is making a dog’s dinner of it. The horse trading has left us with a tranche of trapped turtles to lead the lemmings off the cliff edge

Some brand new turtles have been placed upon the posts by the crawlin’ howlin’ king snake in the grass, “Classic” Dom Cummings himself. These turtles are neither teenage, mutant or ninja, although they are possibly addicted to pizza as well as certain stronger substances.

The new reptiles on the block include one time hedge fund manager Rishi Sunak. Can Sunak adapt his hedge experience to fences? At least, as a turtle, he should be familiar with the use of shell companies.

Sunak joins more established fence sitters like Liz Truss. She appears to have been superglued to her post since nothing seems to shift her.

Esther McVey and Andrea Leadsom were dislodged, as some of the brickbats thrown their way found their mark.

The serpent seems to have taken back control. The last time a snake was allowed to influence affairs, it persuaded a woman to eat an apple, and we all know how well that turned out.

The elephant in the room is still Brexit, although as use of the word is forbidden. Maybe we should instead say Br*x*t. Is it done, oven ready or half baked? It won’t be over until the fat lady sings, and Boris Johnson putting on one of Jennifer Arcuri’s frocks and yodelling London Bridge Is Falling Down doesn’t count.

The cat is out of the bag. The elephant will bug the UK for donkeys’ years. The rats will leave the stinking ship. And the turtles? They will remain in – or on – post until the cows come home.

Buses means buses. Boris Johnson’s government has only one use for them: as banners for slogans. And the more expensive the better.

£5bn doesn’t go far when you are buying Routemasters. In fact, it doesn’t even get as far as the terminus, instead it turns around and returns to the depot.

£5bn equates to roughly 15,000 new Big Red Boris Buses, which means there is only space to paint 15,000 Big Fat Lies on the sides.

The Ministry of Truth is hard at work deciding which slogans to deploy. All the old favourites are guaranteed bus space: Easiest Deal In History, Frictionless Trade, and of course They Need Us More Than We Need Them.

Ministry wonks were pondering whether to include Non-Whites Without An Unblemished Record (Including Parking Tickets) Will Be Deported To Jamaica. However it was deemed too truthful, and Britain Is A Welcoming And Inclusive Country was substituted.

At least 100 buses have been earmarked to carry disingenuous bollocks about fishing.

However the suspicion remains that buying buses is Boris’ primary distraction technique. Since he is also building bridges again, there must be something truly ghastly going on under the radar.

Firstly, Michael Gove has resurfaced. These days Gove is only ever released from protective custody to play the pantomime baddie, making some far fetched announcement like the reintroduction of tariffs or customs checks. We can all boo and hiss, because after all it’s only Michael Gove.

Secondly, all the disadvantages of Brexit are being slipped out in a low key manner, while the media deliberately wail about a supposedly lethal virus which has infected approximately six whole people and generally makes you feel a bit poorly for a while.

It is only a matter of time before Jacob Rees-Mogg emerges from his Victorian Gothic novella to pronounce poshly in pig Latin.

So let’s cheer as the lies roll past on the Boris Buses over the Boris Bridge while our rights, jobs and lives are cut from underneath us.

LOOKING HERE LOOKING THERE LOOKING EVERYWHERE : AT THE RISK OF BEING ACCUSED OF NOT writing satire (the accusation will be correct, this time, and other times, when we choose – sometimes you just want to directly call out the BS) LCD Views has decided to impart to the entire world our take on the government’s ‘Brexit red tape’ challenge.

“It’s a bit bloody obvious,” declared the dust ball nestled next to the discarded paperclip, by the non-existent, permanently shrouded photocopier, “it’s because they haven’t got a fucking clue what to do.”

And while that is certainly true, so far as all the red tape is concerned, it does distract from a more pernicious object of this exercise.

“It’s just more gaslighting,” the broken HB pencil, lost behind a buzzing monitor (covered in derelict, curling post-it notes) shrugs, “they are about to sink the UK’s businesses and private citizens in an unending tidal wave of red tape, so they’re deflecting,

“If you can’t think of any red tape that needs getting rid of that means it’s fine when you get a lot more of it. Just try taking your pet across a border after Brexit. Ha! Don’t worry about the end of JIT manufacturing. Don’t worry about lack of important medications! Don’t worry about the government stockpiling body bags! Try taking Mr Pips to France. Good luck with that!”

The broken HB pencil, he’s got a point.

“Which is more than you can say for Brexit!”

Yes, yes discarded paperclip, you’ve got a point too.

Although we’re a little bit curious about Javid and Truss and this ‘Brexit red tape challenge’? Is the actual word Brexit now banned? Maybe they didn’t get the memo? Maybe it was just more bollocks from the government by gaslight.

GOVERNMENT BY GASLIGHT : THE UK GOVERNMENT has hit back over scurrilous claims in discredited sections of the press (and social media) that it is just making it up as it goes along, by releasing its entire policy stance for 2020.

“It’s a classic policy position for any government in a tight corner,” a Downing Street ‘source’ told LCD Views, merely because we were chosen in the expectation of being a sympathetic stenographer, while others were denied access, “if you can’t actually prove anything you assert, if you have no real idea of what you’re doing next, if you’ve backed yourself into a corner and then just kept on backing up, if you’re a chancer who relies on inbred privilege, than you’ve got to get inventive.”

And inventive means you’ve got to make things up. If you don’t you risk people realising your real motives and that won’t be good for you.

“Every day, a new load of waffle. Drown people in it. Crowd out all the coherent seeds of thought, unless they take root. Keep people chasing their tails. Baffle them with bullshit. Make sure, so far as the public is concerned, attempting to make sense of what we’re doing is like an endless game of whack a mole.”

But why do it? Why doesn’t Boris Johnson especially have a vision for Britain?

“Oh he has a vision alright,” the source shrugs, “it’s to be prime minister in an attempt to cover over the screaming void of inadequacy that exists inside him, that can only be denied. Can he distract himself sufficiently to not consider his own fear of his own inadequacy? He’s managed it so far. Now he needs our help. If you’re endlessly baffled then you will show him the doubt he needs to see in your own critical judgement. That’s how he gets away with it. That’s what he’s in this for. All the rest is unimportant. Let the ministers, morally purchased by overseas interests, do the bidding of their ethical paymasters. All Boris needs is for you to be baffled. It makes him feel dominant, and less aware that he’s inadequate in comparison to the vain glories he imagined as himself as compensation for childhood, parental abandonment. Although this could all also be bullshit.”

Ah, so he’s made a science of bullshit to make himself feel better? And that’s all it is? That’s why the UK must end?

“Apparently so. It’s the price of enough people voting for negligence. Now, print a story about Johnsons’ vision and verve, and belief in Britain or you’ll find yourself on the wrong side of the carpet.”

DON’T BLAME US YOU VOTED FOR US : DOWNING STREET is stopping at no lengths to meet the challenges the termination of the Article 50 notification period will bring.

“Have you seen the eye watering list of international treaties we’ll have to renegotiate upon leaving the European Union?” a DExEU junior minister asked LCD Views, while clearing out his desk, “seriously, have you seen it? I know it’s around here somewhere. At least now we’ll be doing it from the standpoint of 65m British lions, unhindered by the drag of half a billion bloody Europeans! Hey! Ha! The world won’t know what hit it. Grrr.”

But it’s not just the necessity of renegotiating pretty much our entire relationship with Planet Earth.

“No, there’s also the trade deals to do on Planet Zelta-D-9,” the minister chimed in, “at least I think that’s where the cheapest shoes are online? I can’t find my laptop. Have you seen it? I’ve got the solar system bookmarked.”

And to help all of us help them navigate this exciting new terrain of opportunities 10 Downing Street is to spend another £100m on a new public information campaign.

“You could have stopped us,” the minister noted, in a moment of blazing clarity, “but you were all either manipulated by the micro-targeted, mind control whiz bang trickery of Brexit pushers, or a Lexiter (excuse me while I’ll double over laughing on my hard right midriff) or too bloody apathetic, expecting common sense to return. Well, where’s common sense now? Hey? Seriously. I know I’ve lost it.”

The campaign itself will take a similar format to the “Get Ready For Brexit” one that cost tens of millions and carried absolutely no useful information at all. But this one will be aimed at helping people to understand what happens when the public, as well as the politicians, fail to keep up their side of the bargain which protects democracy under a representative parliament.

“Clearly the remoaners could see the issue,” the minister continued, “but as they officially ceased to exist as politically relevant on 23rd June 2016, we don’t have to worry about it. But this campaign will let everyone know that it’s their fault for re-electing proven charlatans and frauds to parliament. It’s not the fault of the charlatans and frauds. Obvs.”

What’s the new campaign called?

“Get Ready to Share the Blame!” the minister beamed, “it’s to help us make a success of Brexit. Well, whatever it is we’re doing after Brexit. Because apparently by late Friday night we’ve already got that done.”