08:06 am Remembrance Sunday
Nigel and Boris want us to move on, quit whining and make up with the Pussy Grabber.
The irony on Remembrance Sunday is too much.
In medieval times the baker, mindful that he’d be jailed if he sold the customer short, used to chuck in an extra loaf just to be on the safe side. So a Baker’s Dozen is thirteen.
I was reminded of the medieval baker when I saw Nigel Farage’s grinning doughnut face on the front page of the newspapers this morning. The first British Politician to meet the Pussy Grabber post election.
Nigel tells us we’ve been terribly rude about the PG and should now make amends and stop being so silly. Like Boris, who a few days ago told everyone to stop their whinging and focus on business opportunities, he cannot understand what is wrong with us.
These are the men who drove up and down the country in a battle bus during the referendum promising large sums of money would be redirected to the NHS if we voted Leave. They soon made it clear post-victory that it was just something they made up and never intended to do. And far from being punished and shamed like a medieval baker if he had cheated is customers, they both represent us abroad.
Here is my message to them both on Remembrance Sunday:
To Nigel and Boris
I understand
that for people like you
it is ridiculous
that people like me
should be outraged
for longer than a day.
You think us foolish
to keep in mind
the lies,
the prejudice,
the hateful pronouncements,
that have spewed out
month after month,
day after day.
But you must understand
that people like us
cannot forget the words of
people like you
who say whatever it takes
to get their way
And just as we despise
the Pussy Grabber
and what he has done
We despise you too.
We will not forget.
Julia Notaro 