Birds of a Feather

The Rogue View – how Starmer and Trump are Gangsters

I do enjoy it when I encounter an expression that I have not heard before. The Word for the Day, feather-bedding, is but one happy example:

feath·er·bed | ˈfeT͟Hərˌbed |
noun
a bed that has a mattress stuffed with feathers.

verb [with object]
mainly British provide (someone) with advantageous economic or working conditions: apart from the fees he earns, a practicing barrister is not featherbedded in any way.

deliberately limit production or retain excess staff in (a business) in order to create jobs or prevent unemployment, typically as a result of a union contract.

From Wikipedia,

Featherbedding is the practice of hiring more workers than are needed to perform a given job, or to adopt work procedures which appear pointless, complex and time-consuming merely to employ additional workers. The term “make-work” is sometimes used as a synonym for featherbedding.
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Whilst I have yet to sleep on an actual featherbed, the feather-bedding that goes on in the geopolitical world is plain to see.

Who could argue that, being populated by the useless self-serving lickspittle traitor-puppets of the WEF/House of Rothschild and/or other shekel-spreading Zionistas, the criminal UK government (as each demonstrably is) is a prime example of featherbedding, as defined?

Is it not the case that the House of Commons is an absurd pantomime, populated by inflated-egos and stomachs, an essentially matriarchal fish-market of gossip, back-handers, Zio-donations, grotesque ‘allowances’, Larry Fink bribes, Lord ‘Back’ Ali trinkets; a villainous hive of traitors, 650 in number, each of whom cares not one jot for his/her country and, in many cases, is actively engaged in rolling out a Zionist directive, designed to divide and conquer?

Traitors do what traitors do: betray their own people by selling out for personal gain to foreign agencies.

All the while, the state-suckling fop known as Sir Kweir Starmer continues to sink into the mire of his own nefarious greed. Like Trump, he is on the make. The big difference is that Starmer’s loot comes from the plunder of the state, whilst Trump’s is from his blatant love of the ‘deal’ and private capital.

By way of example, Starmer had his pension from the CPS protected from taxation by way of a personal Act of Parliament, whereas Trump acquires his inordinate gains by way of his crypto-currency racket, which irrefutably benefitted from his inauguration in January, 2025.

It is the unprincipled acquisition of personal wealth by both that unites them.

They are both gangsters and they both have cupboards brimming over with scandals that they are trying to cover up at all costs.

For Starmer, it is his relationship with Lord ‘Back’ Ali, the coke-on-the-train episode – which curiously coincided with Zelensky greeting him with his trousers on back-to-front (left)- his apparent connections to a trio of Ukrainian rent boys and any and all of the Zio-donations he has happily trousered (pun intended).

For Trump, it the Epstein connections, the considerable testimony in the victim Affidavits filed in lawsuits against him, his out-of-court settlements with women who have filed claims against him for sexual misdemeanours:

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The Truth does not fear examination and yet both of these popinjays are anxious to cover up their own dodgy pasts.

Together, they represent two wings on the same bird. There is only one party – the Uniparty and even that is illusory.

Birds of a feather flock together is an accurate maxim and whilst the pantomime may be interesting, it is but a stage show. Trump snubbing Starmer is a non-event, nothing more than an amusing moment in the performance that, if it demonstrates anything at all, shows Trump to be a more accomplished and dominant actor than Starmer.

In any event, and whatever happens, this pair of feathered flunkies are really only focused on one thing: feathering their nests.

For the first (and last) time, I’ll leave the last word on feather-beds to John Denver,

“It was nine feet high and six feet wide
Soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty ‘leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It’d hold eight kids ‘n’ four hound dogs

And a piggy we stole from the shed

We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

On grandma’s feather bed.”

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