Can you see what it is yet?

When it has a trunk, big ears, stout legs and tusks made out of ivory, it is about time to recognise the fact that maybe you are looking at an elephant. When it makes noises you've heard on numerous natural history programmes, and a few people are saying 'Look, there's an elephant!", it doesn't matter if it's rampaging down the street ahead of a circus, or standing in a corner of your living-room: you are dealing with an elephant.

Rex Proctor – action figure come to life and implanted with the mind of an individual formally employed by The Mind Brigade – knows this. He does what he can to monitor the increasing herds and tries to warn others. In recent days more evidence has come and gone in the media and no-one appears to be making any comment on the situation of another elephant in the room, even though it is staring them in the face.

A famous entertainer once painted a picture of the Queen. It is rumoured she didn't particularly like it, but she is regularly obliged to put on a deceptive face regarding such things, because she is the Queen and married Philip, after all.

Now that a trial appears increasingly likely regarding the allegations of inappropriate behaviour with girls under the age of sixteen and allegations of peering at things on-line he shouldn't have, the entertainer has just had his picture returned. Rex is of the opinion that the Queen has either been privy to information she shouldn't have had access to, or is demonstrating that she doesn't give a fuck about the presumption of innocence operating in her courts.

And this is the individual UKIP idolise.

There is a dangerous chance they might gain more political kudos at the next election with their batten-down-the-hatches xenophobic stance if what remains of The Left doesn't start shouting and pointing out the elephants. It makes Rex Proctor rather sad that a generation who gave everything to save Europe from tyranny, and did their best to change Britain into a more egalitarian country when they had won, may have lived to see those advances slowly eroded by the rich, the powerful and their deluded sycophants to the point that no-one finds it remarkable that a monarch acts like an arsehole.

Who would have thought it: the struggle to retain the coal industry was as important as some said at the time. The country has been auctioned off and most of its inhabitants have left it too late to complain. Even the postal service appears to be being sold without much comment. Rex wonders what motif they'll put on the stamps to replace the Queen's head – a pound sign? That'll please UKIP.

It may well be that the long-loved entertainer turns out to be guilty of his crimes and will thus be considered an arsehole, but until the case is concluded, he should be presumed to be innocent.

Can you see what this country is yet?

So stop reading Rex's blog, go back to work, be glad you have a job, and don't forget to think what the government tells you to think. There's a good plebe. Those rows of bicycles attached to dynamos to increase the energy producer's profits are waiting in the new workhouses they're building and they'll find a frame size to fit you. Because if you can't pay the cost of living here, you might find yourself be sent there to pay off your debt to society. It won't be long before it is suggested that this country will save an awful lot of money if a defendant is presumed guilty and has to prove their innocence to a level that will satisfy a judge. (Weren't juries an obsolete tradition?) They'll even bring in enforced insurance to cover your costs to help you swallow the elephant shit you'll accept as the norm.                  

 

Try not to do the stupid things stupid people do.