Satire’s the Thing to Catch the Conscience of the Queen

Satire’s the Thing to Catch the Conscience of the Queen
By Timothy Spearman

 
To be politically erect it’s vital that one never get caught with one’s pants up, but simply let fly with whatever comes to mind if you don’t mind. I have a good mind to give them a piece of my mind, but it’s too valuable to give away. I’m not giving out samples for heaven’s sake.
In the current political climate, people like to flow with the current of current affairs and keep their own affairs in the closet. But with all the paedophile scandals emerging in White Hall and the White House, it’s clear that a whitewash just won’t wash with all those white folks in office, which is mighty white of them. Why all these white houses and halls? Well, it’s apparently in commemoration of Sirius the Dog Star, which all the Satanists in political office hail to because apparently that’s where the hail from, ever since the Fallen Angels fell from there and fell for the earth ladies they bred with to create the race of giants known as the Nephilim.
Wow that was a mouthful. Monica eat your… out!
As for the Queen and the Queen Mother, well they’re apparently shape-shifting reptoids from the Lower Fourth Dimension. Well, I would have guessed that, wouldn’t you? I mean who else would be interested in hierarchical sports like polo, equestrian riding, cricket and croquet except lizard-like aliens from other dimensional vistas beyond our space and time?
To be absolutely erect about this political erectness, one should stand tall and proud and let it all hang out like those proud Torontonians of the Great White North who erected one in the middle of their fair city. They even had the audacity to call it the CN Tower, which apparently stands for the Canadian National Tower. Shameless Canucks! Disgusting I know, but that’s political erectness for you!

The Weak Shall Inherit the Dirt

The Weak Shall Inherit the Dirt
Timothy Spermman
It occurs to me that we live in a world of top down management, in which bullies, psychopaths and sociopaths rule the roost. Of course there are variations on the theme, but the orchestrations of the orchestra of life are for the most part the same. In essence the top dog bullies his/her subordinates, who then take it on their underlings, go home and beat the spouse, who then take it out on the kids, until finally the little dog Fido gets it in the neck or the butt depending on which end is available to the end of the boot, chows and bulldogs presenting the added difficulty of not knowing which end is which.
It is a sad fact of human nature that we are a predatory species that prey on the weak. Should you ever find you are unfortunate enough to find yourself in sorry circumstances for God’s sake don’t tell anyone. The predators will defend on the weak or those in weakened condition like so much carrion flesh. You will be torn apart and used for spare body parts faster than a prisoner in a Chinese or North Korean detention camp. In short, you will end up being skinned and made into a lamp shade or have your organs trafficked for someone suffering from cirrhosis of the liver.
Like it or not the weak inherit the dirt. Our governments think they have the right to govern us and our leaders think they need to lead us and do as Pied Pipers into the river. And our rulers think they have the right to rule us, when, if they took the slide ruler to their own honourable members, they would see that they just don’t measure up. In fact, they can’t even get it up on a good day so impotent are they in terms of ruling despite the set of rules and slide rulers they slide their hands up and down. Wankers!