Category Trump

The Parrot Joins the Circus

Prime Minister Johnson and his gang had lost a succession of important votes the day before this stanza was written. Several prominent and moderate  Tories who had voted against the government and against the possibility of a “No Deal” Brexit, had simply been sacked. Ken Clarke was one of those… Continue reading The Parrot Joins the Circus

Mr Toad Turns to Ballooning

Mr Toad had just come back from his morning swim in Biarritz, when this was written. However, the smoke over the Amazon forest could be smelt by all the G7 participants. But among the wine glasses, Mr Toad appeared to get on very well with the American Minotaur. I wrote… Continue reading Mr Toad Turns to Ballooning

Dust

Lost in the chaos of present events, we – or something in us – look to leadership for orientation, guidance and comfort. And the same something perhaps assumes that, the worse the crisis, the better that leadership must be and rescue is on the way. And assumes as well that, in this chaos, our own… Continue reading Dust

The Parrot Glimpses Mr Toad

It continues to look certain that our new Prime Minister will be a toad. In saying that, I am thinking partly of Mr Toad of “Wind in the Willows.” I am also mindful that the UK ambassador in Washington, Mr Kim Darroch, has just resigned, due to being betrayed… Continue reading The Parrot Glimpses Mr Toad

The Parrot Brings us Up to Date

Key to references in case any are needed : 1/ The minotaur is Trump who has just paid a State Visit to the UK. 2/ The Maybot is Theresa May (I didn’t coin that one, of course) who seems to have resigned as UK Prime Minister recently, at the kind… Continue reading The Parrot Brings us Up to Date

The Old Boy Rattles On

There was a demonstration in London on Tuesday. The baby Trump balloon was present, raging in its nappy, hanging overall. And the Boy Jez went along as well and made a rousing speech about how wrong everything was. … Continue reading The Old Boy Rattles On

The Parrot on Maybot and the Minotaur

This stanza is obviously about Trump’s State Visit to the UK, already started. It is astonishing the space we in this country continue to give to blatant felony and the lie and to the creatures thereof. The more space we give them, of course, the more they grow, like… Continue reading The Parrot on Maybot and the Minotaur

The Parrot Looks at Leadership

A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

I know that, in writing this, I was remembering a scene from an early “Star Wars” film. An ominous planet approaches. And I remember that image occurring to me, when I came across a book by Iain McGilchrist called “The Master and His Emissary – The Divided Brain and… Continue reading A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

Plain Words from the Cage

The balloons are a Bristol image, since hot-air balloons often appear above the city. I ought to say, though, that whatever fills the Bristol balloons does not appear to be foul.… Continue reading Plain Words from the Cage

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