We’re all doomed... but this isn’t a game
The new video game Doom Eternal will be unveiled at the UK’s biggest games fair in London’s ExCel centre next month. Must be about Brexit.
The makers boast: “You blow apart new and classic demons with powerful weapons in unbelievable and never-before-seen worlds.”
Yup, that sums up the current state of Brexit Britain right now. Unbelievable. Never-before-seen.
A nation set to be condemned to eternal doom if classic demons Boris Johnson and lounge lizard Jacob Rees-Mogg remain at the controls.
They like long words so I’ve raided the online thesaurus for a few to describe them. Contemptible. Despicable. Disgraceful. Disgusting. Noxious. Offensive. Repugnant. Repulsive. Revolting.
You can play this game yourself. Just tap in “vile”. Rachel Johnson found another for her big brother and came up with “reprehensible”.
The Mogg accuses the Supreme Court of launching a “constitutional coup” in ruling Parliament’s suspension unlawful when all that 11 top judges did was uphold the law. That’s like calling a burglary redistribution of wealth.
Johnson uses language calculated to inflame. And MPs, whose lives it puts at risk, are right to be outraged.
Tory rebel Caroline Nokes objected to words such as treachery because it provoked a constituent to tell her she was a traitor who deserved to be shot.
Labour’s Jess Phillips had 600 rape threats in one night. Her office was attacked on Thursday.
A police close protection officer tells me that it’s not the lonely saddos issuing death threats over Twitter who pose a danger. He worries more about the silent ones who don’t tweet but get fired up by those who do.
A law-breaking prime minister who throws invective around like an incendiary bomb will only make them even more rabid.
Our nation is now a tinderbox. It takes only one flash to make it flare up and before we know it our land will be an inferno.
Yet Johnson is sparking away like a smoker trying to light up in a storm. That is dereliction of his first duty as PM, which is to keep Britain safe.
Only immediate resignation will deliver absolute redemption, though in the short time he has left the PM could still atone for some sins.
Curb the language, prime minister. No more warlike talk of “surrender act” for a law to prevent no-deal. And agree to obey that law. No more talk of refusing to ask for an extension if a deal is not forthcoming.
Both the PM and Rees-Mogg are being blown apart by a powerful weapon called Parliament.
Only by respecting it, and those who fill it on our behalf, will we avert eternal doom.
Nation is a tinderbox but PM’s like smoker in a storm A slightly menacing sign at Labour’s conference hotel declared: “By entering you agree to grant Labour the right to use, publish and copyright names, identities, likenesses, images, voices, gestures, mannerisms in videos or photos for use throughout the universe in perpetuity.” Wow! Outer space for eternity. Corbyn IS thinking big.