In this reprise of Dick Whittington we’re in the final
scene. Two giant oak doors open to the approach of a small boy made good. Well
not good exactly, more viciously veracious from a distorted childhood. We
glimpse the assembled faces within the ajar turn from hatred to smiles, his
turn from disdain to an equally false face shape. As he treads closer on a
blood red carpet of broken commoners all are eager for the doors to close
behind him. Like some Masonic Bohemian Grove ceremony he with the tallest hat
takes his place at the head of the pentagram. What was in doubt is made whole
again: the commoners are safe without. Boris Johnson who once called him a
buffoon, a serious accolade from one so well qualified in that arena, sees new
opportunities in their brotherly bond. Vanessa May is keen to do business via
‘our special relationship’ with the boy who has bullied and screwed every
business partner he’s ever had. But all is well; the gates are closed. The
circle of power is secure again.
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