Debacles don’t usually occur by
accident, they’re manufactured from authoritative rule; devised by intrinsic data
from research nerve centres with profound dysfunctional motives. Only the
dunderheads the self-professed nationalists will subscribe to the bellicose
language that’s meticulously orchestrated from Cummings’s office - and there
are plenty of those types across the land. Since Dominic Cummings’s appointment as Chief Adviser
to Number Ten, the end-game was to battle-bus through the last few months into
the unknown, the concept is to appeal to the socially diseased and cranks that
the precipice is merely a mirage on the horizon – remember, *experts* are
notoriously wrong. The strategies: [1] Tautologies aplenty about the fixed date
of EU exit regardless of the blockades ahead. [2] Object to the doomsayers, and
re-energise the message about the utopia vision which 17.4 million fell for.
Tasks are never easy, albeit Cummings assigns
errands intellectually and on rare management skills. He knows parliament is
scheduled on a specific timescale and inherently deplores unique management
breakdowns; why the most robust option on delivering Brexit, replicates Samuel Beckett’s,
‘Waiting for Godot.’ (1953) – As Estragon
says… ‘What do you expect; you always
wait till the last moment.’ The keynote for successful negotiations is with
all options open regardless of how excruciating the end goal appears, up close
and very personal. A fine example is the behemoth monetary waste surrounding
HS2 and it derives from the inappropriate negotiations of contractual terms –
forced to be abandoned and on current form irrational
protectionism will suffer the same providence.
Orwellian prose is akin to national turmoil and
it’s too subjective to chant: “Public
sector bad! Private sector good!” Cummings
is not a pen-tick advocate to what works or not, his demeanour is shaped to
undermine and whine. Ironic that those who complained the most in that vote in
June 2016, will be first in line for the EU funding chop -- a fair few
Northerners have nostalgic impressions of the early 1970s pre-Thatcherism and
manufacturing jobs for life instead of a supermarket bag for life. Opulence was
sought after with a repetitive-strain-injury afternoon shelling peas. Days when
you had a few bob to wave at the students and say: “smell that, it’s blood, sweat and tears…” Now the gaze has shifted onto levels of
nationalism against the so-called elite, who reside in parliament and in their
profound honour they scrawl the word, ‘traitor’
on a decrepit house brick, their focus… pro-EU residence.
This is what Cummings means by getting in touch
with the electorate, and the bellicose language is a purposeful mechanism to entice
those hard of comprehension to act on impulse and not cohesively; evangelising
the mob culture into an improper ideology is reasonably tough, but once that’s
been mobilised you’ll find the puppeteering the simplistic part – in truth,
Dominic Cummings rather munificently gave this away at Stuart Wheeler’s book
launch this week 27/09/19. Indirectly governance enables the word-play
gamesmanship to instruct the wider audience in means that was impossible
compared to directing Vote Leave’s campaign. ‘Take back control’ just so happened to enrol the disenfranchised
and subjugated; furthermore, what’s noticeable was the most willing to hand
punch the air while saying the three simple words was Boris Johnson - refreshingly done with zest. Herewith, anomalous that the UK had a robotic approach
thereafter, likely to be evidence that the Conservatives hadn’t learnt a thing
from the EUREF2016 campaign, or compute the psyche heartbeat for change. Coming
in from the cold, Johnson’s has the impossible task of sweeping up the wires
and coils of negativity. Although, once the wheels start falling off the positivity
wagon, there’s a tendency that the script writes itself and then you’re at
Cummings’s mercy; he knows this.
Language hit an implausible low as Brendan O’Neill
called for Brexit riots on the BBC
platform. At the helm was the effervescent Adam Fleming; by nature he’s neither
able to defuse the situation nor is competent enough to publically discipline
anyone with a crazed ideology; naturally, he pretended to not hear the barbaric
theory of a Spiked O’Neill - herewith,
all methodical and agreeable for Cummings, something they count on to imperil
the lives of civil servants and parliament as a whole. The echo of ‘get Brexit done’ regardless of outcome
and death threats exacerbates the cultist drum beat – and Cummings sets the
timing and intensity. Words and expression are instrumental in how the system
rolls, alas, Dominic Cummings denotes parliament is an institutional
dysfunction this isn’t a case of one bad apple in the barrel, for this Special
Adviser – it’s a case that the barrel over two hundred years old and rotten,
meaning for Cummings it’s fruitless for any political force to engage in
significant vicissitudes.
Parliamentarians aren’t necessarily akin to
die-hard policy that’s anti prosperity and this is what the far right seriously
don’t compute, or they choose to disavowal our lawmakers’ acknowledgement of
reality, three years on from a vote. Warmonger language endorsed by a plethora
of media outlets to force the Brexit narrative is a tool not unlike the use of
the microphone by 1938, whereby the Fuhrer’s public appearances, staccato
speech which were punctuated with crazed cheers. Meanwhile, Orson Welles did
his famous radio adaptation of ‘The War of the Worlds’ within a month of hearing
the coordinated ‘Heil Hitlers’ – for
those out of kilter with such propaganda, it could’ve felt totally alien and
worrisome.
Today, rhetoric and passing off nationalistic spin
to followers in a bid to poke the inner bear is nothing like hearing a staccato
speech – the very fact our minds are switched onto devices incessantly and the
technology enables consumers to choose what to read, add, and follow… the etymology,
neologisms creates disorder and nobody has control over it. Although, I have a
feeling Dominic Cummings will have a mode of transference for this data. How he
communicates this so-called ‘value for humanity’ depends on [1] communication
ability and [2] once Halloween arrives does the government operation system get
an upgrade.
The curious factor in this is Johnson himself - via
character he believes in his own fairy dust, smirks at breaching laws and I
suspect a hapless clown who’ll dare to do the unthinkable - and will bow to an
applause from the fascist faithful – all Brexit done, standing next to a decrepit
constitution backdrop with the world looking on in bewilderment, jingling his
handcuffs.
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