Britannia Unchained | The Editor

EDITORIAL

Britannia Unchained Well, my fellow republicans, our numbers must have swollen due to the unprecedented and unfathomable events of the last few months. If not then we will never be free. Welcome to this special edition of uKUNST and the theme for this issue, following the plagues, invasions, genocides, irrational mornings and our homegrown political humbuggery is inevitably Britain or Britannia Unchained.

Post-Brexit, yet somehow Pre-Austerity, the nation, having survived the ravages of Corvid, limps on towards the inevitable rapture. Or maybe rupture. Once again the populations are distracted by the circus of events playing out in the national imagination, psyche and media. These topdrawer entertainments severally induce fervent bouts of nostalgia, historical revision, colonial myth-making and breath-taking abuses of position and power. Millions in public nances are lavished on ceremonial farewells attended by the fawning, drooling and duplicitous members of the Privy Council, accounting for every main minister and leader in recent history, including those left leaning. As cortege horses are retained in the Mall for the coronation of Charles The Turd in May 2023 not for the rst time there is around Westminster an over-abundance of dung.

Once again we explore whether recent events, events dear boy have conspired to bamboozle the general people and major stakeholders? There is strong suspicion and some evidence that our leaders, those in power and the corporations have been at the old lying, raping and pillaging again under the smokescreams of Russian war, the mourning of national treasures, electoral larceny, sh style plastic, natural catastrophe, energy company pro teering and cries of death to the dictator! But which dictator? The world is awash with them! Watch them all smiling at the consequences at COPOUT 27. FOSSIL FOOLS ARE KILLING US! And commanding an army of press-gangs the curt and humourless Tsar Rasp Putin.

Back home in dear Old Blighty that pre-war feeling just got more uncomfortable as the media once again contested the government assertion that Brexit was a key requirement for growth, growth, growth! I don’t know why they keep repeating it, we heard them the rst time and are just awaiting its appearance. Micro-tenured Chancer of the Exchequer, Kami-Kwasi Mugabe, sidesteps the O ce for Fudgery & Irresponsibility to deliver a minibudget that not only ruins the nation’s global nancial brand but also hangs himself and his boss, Liz Cuss, out to dry as the party turns on them. After a week cowering under her desk she mysteriously visits a swinery of pigs at The Trough Inn, Tufton Street. Outlived by a domestic lettuce or cabbage trickled down Trussenomics kicks the bucket leaving a huge gaping scal hole to be lled by incoming Chancer Jeremina Kuntz. Smirking slightly he imparts the reintroduction of austerity and imposition of eye-wateringly di cult decisions. Penny Moribund sneers that working for the country it’s important to be optimistic in politics. But what about optimism in politicians? Stir Clear Stammer (another Privy Counsellor) fails to inspire any but his close team with his lacklustere and backless leadership. But it must be our old friend Jason Grease-Dogg who gets the award for Upper Class Twat Of The Age with his throwback mindset, faux Victorian imperialism and fraudulent venture scalism. Also let us not forget Andrea Failey (The Old Pro Of Dreadbeadle Street) who went from Bank of England Chief Cashier to Financial Misconduct Authority Chief Executive to BoE Head and seems to have all the raison d’être of an out of season prostitute as he drops his monetary drawers to reveal nothing of any real interest or value. These so-called politicians exhibit only their ubiquitous self-interest, greed and inhumanity. Strikes are becoming endemic with barristers, transport and postal workers, nurses and civil servants all demanding cost of living pay increases. Small government Tories say the money just doesn’t exist for such public sector increases. April 2022, 650 Members of Parliament x £2,000 pay rise = £1,300,000. All the political parties continue to fail the people they supposedly serve but as the punter asked if he would vote Conservative if alcohol duty was reduced replied, “Voting Tory is like throwing yourself in a river just because you are thirsty!” Perched gargoyle like on an outcrop of the Westminster Tower, an emaciated, mutated ex-Advisor rolls his Gollum-like eyes and wretches, “What’s quantative easing Precious?, Is it tasty? Is it?”.

After an autumn into winter of unseasonal weather and the ensuing droughts and oods, the annual NHS Organ Harvest Festival and whisperings of the return of Guido Fawkes, the Centenary of the Grievous Bodily Broadcasting Corporation and the passing of Good Queen Bess one can only imagine a less eventful time next year. Or can one? As Lone Skum completes a $39 Billion Twitter platform purchase resplendent with reforms and sta layo s many fear the multiplanet species billionaire will soon have a combative Neuralink head chip in their skulls. Many hope that before such fears are realised he will be a non-dom inhabitant of Mars. So, and don’t bother shooting the messenger or arresting the journalist as we despair at eating food that tastes of a plastic carrier bag let’s look towards the end of empire and the beginning of the new republic. Welcome to this spontaneous and passionate special edition. uKUNST

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