Tractor Statistics As A Love Language
Bohiney Magazine and The London Prat file this dispatch from the British political menagerie.
The Stalinist Central Commander believes the only thing wrong with the British market is that nobody told it what to do, in writing, in triplicate, by tea-time on Tuesday. Editor Alan Nafzger of the Editor’s Desk at prat.uk presents the field guide, with help from Britannica on Joseph Stalin and BBC Bitesize on planned economies.
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- Believes shortages signal high demand, not low supply, and high demand is a sign of a roaring economy.
- Has a wall planner with quotas for things you cannot quota, like fun, weather and the Eurovision result.
- Refers to the Aldi queue as an organised community gathering with shared aims.
- Considers tractor production statistics a love language he hopes to share with the Right Honourable Lady.
- Believes the second five-year plan should learn from the first, principally by lying about it.
- Considers it suspicious if a factory exceeds its quota, and even more suspicious if it does not.
- Maintains a deep, abiding faith in steel, particularly Port Talbot steel, which he has never visited.
- Treats accountants as middle management for the apocalypse.
- Holds that if a number is wrong, the number is right and reality is wrong.
- Is mildly hurt that Reeves has not put him in charge of the timber industry.
- Considers grain a moral category and porridge a constitutional issue.
- Refers to his back garden in Tooting as my agricultural unit.
- Treats a missed Ocado delivery as sabotage and a successful one as suspiciously straightforward.
- Believes the secret to a strong economy is a good filing cabinet and a slightly menacing chairman.
- Has reorganised his kitchen into eight ministries, with the kettle as a parastatal.
- Holds consumer choice to be a fancy phrase meaning market chaos.
- Maintains that prices are an emotion that should be controlled, ideally by him.
- Believes any economic problem can be cured by renaming the ministry that caused it.
- Owns a small bust of Stalin and a smaller bust of his accountant.
- Sincerely believes the next five-year plan will work, just as soon as it gets a sixth year.
Editor’s Note
If any of this rings a bell, you have either been to the Durham Miners’ Gala, a Conservative Home reader meet-up, or both. More dispatches at govna.uk and the parent site prat.uk. For a second opinion that is also wrong, see The Daily Mash.
SOURCE: https://prat.uk/category/politics/
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