The Angry People Hit Out Again

If you wandered into a men’s club – pardon me for this textual only and therefore nugatory sexism – wearing the very latest Kiton (which is certainly, the very best modern era cutting and tailoring house) clothing made from the fabric as seen in the pic., how many there would immediately be on guard to see if you carried a message...?

Cord of the king

by Kiton

Or if you wore a garter-like belt and sported a single golden earring with a sword at your side, what would the sartorial aficionados of the Elizabethan era think?

‘Apophasis’ is the word that describes one of the late E. Gough Whitlam’s favourite manners of speaking: “Far be it from me to... But...” Apophasis means talking about something by pretending to leave it out.

 

An actor being Edward De Vere,

Earl of Oxford, as in portrait paintings of said Earl.

He wears a garter and sword in the paintings.

Far be it from me to say who I really think was the actual author behind the works attributed to a certain William Shakespeare... But -, the Earl of Oxford is being described in his portrait here as a Duke or even King of Bohemia, with a ring in his ear similar to the way privateers wore such items, in order that they may purchase a ‘decent burial’ whilst at sea and perchance, die. This is where the pirates of later days got the tradition.

Oxford had rooms at Gray’s Inn at a place which other great writers frequented later on – Dickens, J.M. Barrie, Sir Thomas More, among several luminaries. The specific pub was called Furnival’s Inn, and was something like an insurance company’s headquarters.

Outside in the courtyard we also have a statue of Sir Francis Bacon – often also suspected of being the actual ‘Shakespeare.’

 

Sir Francis Bacon outside

Gray's Inn law library

But who today, readily and off the top of their heads, would suspect anything when an individual wearing corduroy walks in and asks for directions to the oak tree?

For all these things are things of the past, are they not.

Today’s parchment paper is a most expensive item. And if you are ever asked to put on a play for Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, no doubt you will be a tenant farmer’s son, with goodly supplies of such things, and many a confidential word of society to-ing and fro-ing at your fingertips, and the verbal cadence and word stock of a Bacon or an Earl of Exford at your linguistic behest. And balls. Lots and lots of tennis balls.

You will not be a drunken limousine driver, nor a drunken snow-plough pilot (pilot, is the Russian word for driver of a performance vehicle) who has lost his bearings.

For most certainly, the English writers of today’s most droll and incredible fiction, are naught, if not but tenant farmers’ thatchers. And with a very great track record too of scandalous adventuring in foreign lands. Sandline, the Du Toit escapade, The Malaysia government roadbuilding kickback scandal with the chief accountant for Public Works Francis Raj and John Major,The Seychelle attempted overthrow, the BAE kickback deal with Prince Bandar, and the BAE military radar system for Mugabe. No. No indeed, we do not do anything wrong, immoral or grossly improper and illegal! Ever. Fancy saying that we do! Fancy that! My god – CABAL! (Clifford Arlington Buckingham Ashley and Lauderdale). It is not US!

ISIS is a Cambridge Apostles, Cambridge University private magazine by the way. Just thought I’d remind you. Who did buy that Paris property for 900 million last year too – from the ex Head of State Security of Syria? Anyone know?

You would have to have a lot of money and a lot of balls and considerable credibility to push that line of questioning in the media.

It wouldn’t be me, certainly. It would be someone with a huge grudge against the people who threw charges at you for selling oil illegally to Burma. Say someone like, Total Oil.

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Signed

William Shakespeare