As the Friends of Dorothy fully realize themselves (and we have all seen that in clear abundance this month) and lay claim to their rightful place in our social community, the once crammed closet now seems positively spacious.
Yet we live in a very Newtonian society, and as someone rises ascendant, someone else gets pushed out to the unwelcome social fringes.
Enter Boris Johnson.
Though last on the scene of the great Trumpian political figures, the term should really be Johnsonian as he was the originator in modern media times of the cartoon political character. Playing the part that Trump has since taken fully on as his own, Boris played this roll for years in the edges of international power, but long familiar on the local British scene. Preceding Farage, Trump, Le Pen, and the lot, Boris sat on television screens across the nation to help degrade respect for political institutions from the inside. The Brits have some of the deepest institutional respect of any people’s however, so the institution wrecker took a lot longer to come around to in the ways they would finally admit. Then Brexit happened, BoJo’s Trojan Horse to power. The inherent xenophobia of the masses got the opportunity to rear it’s ugly head, and the power-elites sought to use it. Let us not kid ourselves with these characters, the prime motivators existent internationally behind the scenes. Power is the only goal and ambition, power is the only reality, and that power currently resides with the state. Strip it, diminish it, wreck it, and most importantly, take it back into the hands that previously long held it.
These Friends of Boris actively work against the liberal framework that has structured Europe since the war because they hate being bound to the wills of the masses. For thousands of years wealth guaranteed you utter freedom and power beyond the dictates of fellow man to rule as seeing fit. But the desires of man are infinite, and generally we always end up wishing to take what is on the tables of those beside us. The liberal framework meant we could no longer say or admit this out loud. We all now had to work for the betterment of all mankind, and that means I get less than my infinite cravings. So these characters slunk back into the shadows of society, and have come to fill the closets themselves. They no longer admit who they are, they do not say their true ambitions or goals, at least not in a microphone plugged in for the general public, but the power elite now see the perfect opportunity to tear down the biggest barrier to their unlimited growth: government.
That system tasked with educating our children, with providing for the common defense, the only institution with any purview over the general welfare or the establishment of justice. We are the first generation to do worse than the previous generation, the first generation wholly born after Reagan’s crusade against American government, and the general western crusade against government everywhere, and now the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity are wholly threatened on all sides. As the government is derided and torn down around us actively, is it any wonder we have lost all sense of domestic tranquility?
I hear these Friends of Boris wear little special handkerchiefs in their lapel pockets so we can spot them out in a crowd, and know that there is one of our own working against these wholesome American values we all love so dearly.
Perhaps in 50 years from now we shall be celebrating with raucous parades and fanfare 50 years of Brexit and Trump.