‘Psittacism’ is a word that perfectly sums up Boris Johnson’s government spineless repetitions telling the public to wait for the conclusions of the Met Police’s investigation into ‘Partygate’
Like the perfectly predictable pillocks that they are, in genuinely grubby parrot-fashion-style, Boris Johnson’s ministers have been reeled out to defend him and his wife’s clearly illegal parties during lockdown last year.
Summing up the activity of the likes of the ostrich anus eater Nadine Dorries MP – who quite frankly looked a little beyond pissed-up and “like something from a Catherine Tate sketch” as she rocked around whilst spouting a predictably crass response to the matter to Channel 4’s Krishnan Guru-Murthy – favourite of all at The Steeple Times, Countdown ‘Dictionary Corner’ stalwart Susie Dent tweeted on Tuesday:
“Word of the day is psittacism (19th century): the meaningless or mechanical repetition of words. From the Latin psittacus, parrot.”
As she did last November in sharing the 16th century word malversation – “the corrupt administration of power” – in the context of ‘Owen Paterson-gate,’ Dent consistently improves our etymology with these tweets and in educating us all also gives a much deserved daily kick to the frankly most corrupt government in living history.
Today, we salute a lady who is frankly doing the job that Sir Keir Starmer seems to fail at consistently and again today, we join those calling for the resignation of not only the incompetent disgrace that is Dame Cressida Dick DBE, QPM but also the buffoon Prime Minister that clearly thinks it clever to reference his corruption as “total rhubarb.” Let’s instead put this pair of nitwits up against Susie Dent and let’s see how long they last in ‘Dictionary Corner.’
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You do not really expect truth or an honorable reponse from a man whose DNA is ‘remain’ but who shape-shifted to ‘leave’ just because it was a vector to get him the job his very soul craved for: – [Damn the Country and damn The Union if need be]. Now having got the job he defaults to the bubbly nice-but-dim that is his countenance surrounded by carefully hand-picked dimmer (or equally maleably moralled) bed-fellows who know damn well that when he goes they are forever curtains.