The General Erection
( with apologies to Doctor Winston O’Boogie )


I’ve been racking my brains in an attempt to write one final rant about politics, especially in the run up to the general election.
One last rant Terence, you ask, shurely shome mishtake? I hear you cry, but no, you hear me right……

After many years of being a totally angry bastard, I find myself now being only a partially angry bastard, and here’s why: it’s totally pointless. And not only that, when I become filled with rage, after the adrenalin rush has died off I feel dreadful, physically unwell, and totally drained. And I guess meditation helps me to deal with all of my emotions now, “they are but waifs in a sea of dreams…..”.

Jem, my dear friend, was a seriously angry bastard. He got so pissed off with his fridge one day, he ripped the door off, and shoved it through the ceiling of his kitchen! Oh how we laughed…..and well crapped it a bit too. Because he was completely out of control, and any attempt to stop him would have resulted in a possibly serious injury……

So yeah, I used to get really angry, us Ruffles are renowned for it. My Father’s uncle was nick named Fiery Fred. Aside from being a bare knuckle fighter in his formative years, he had bright red hair and a fiery temper to match. He’s the one in the hat in the photo below……

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Of course, the thing that’s made me the most angry these past five years have been our greedy ruling classes and our Tory government, who’s sole purpose is to serve the rich ( i.e. themselves ) and totally bleed the common folk of this country dry, of everything from basic human rights, to the right to welfare and free healthcare.

I see that some Royal person has dropped a sprog, I couldn’t tell you who, because I sincerely don’t give a shit. Wow, royal sperm retention, how clever. Another leech on our country’s finances. Not that I believe new babies ( always a beautiful thing ) shouldn’t be given every privilege, because I do, but that should mean all babies, not just the ones born with silver ( or in this case gold and platinum encrusted with jewels as big as bird’s eggs ) spoons in their mouths.
UKIP ( and frankly I do when any of the fuckwits start droning on ) continues to demonise immigrants as being a huge burden on our country’s resources. How odd they never mention the royal family. And for all you daft buggers that think our royal family reap huge tourist income for our country, well you’re wrong. Legoland is visited by far more people than Buck house, which is no longer in the top ten of our most profitable tourist spots.

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So, I figured, what’s the point in stating the bleedin’ obvious once more? What’s the point in telling everyone our system is totally corrupt and broken beyond repair? What’s the point in telling people the Tories are the most evil, self serving bastards that have ever ruled this fair land? Surely everyone must have figured that out, right?

I’ve never felt part of “their” society, never felt the need to own a newer, bigger better car or house, never felt the need to consume beyond my actual needs, and as I get older, the less I have, the more I like it. As Mr Lovely once said to me “I don’t own anything when I’m asleep” and I take that as my gospel. “When you ain’t got nothin’, you got nothin’ to lose”, as a great philosopher once said. And as I get closer to shedding my mortal coil, I realise there will be little room for any trinkets in my shroud……

I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mamas little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth


Gimme some truth – John Lennon


One Response to “The General Erection
( with apologies to Doctor Winston O’Boogie )”

  1. One consolation is knowing that millions feel the same way, and unfortunately feel like they can change nothing. So what has “democracy” done for us?

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