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Monday, 28 December 2015

The Christmas Whale


The whale that beached at Ynyslas on Christmas Day could not go unnoticed by the Shark Fisherman of Wales. He is a fan of metaphor and sees the whale as a metaphor for present day Wales or Welsh politics to be more precise. This dead, beached whale is Welsh Labour. The country has been a one party state from since when anyone alive can remember. It is interesting that the Welsh Labour Party holds power over an area where the Liberal Democrats have a sitting (Westminster) MP. One of the very few left in the UK. The whale could also be a metaphor for the Liberal Democrats in this part of the world. In the first three decades of the last, namely the 20th Century, Liberals held sway in North and West Wales. Indeed the question when meeting somebody was "are you a Lloyd George Liberal or are you a Gladstone Liberal?" On Thursday May 5th 2016, we the beached whales of the Welsh electorate will be expected to vote for political parties who have promised much and delivered very little over the years. The Leader of Plaid Cymru is a Socialist but her party has to be different things to different men and women across Wales to represent the different nuances of population therefore the 'Welsh chameleons' have a very difficult job if they are really to live up to their tag line of being 'The Party of Wales'. People in Wales will be voting for Jeremy Corbyn when they place an X in the box for Labour but we know that Welsh Labour are duplicitous and want rid of Corbyn, we also know that the X will be beaching a political whale in the Welsh Assembly in Cardiff Bay on £60,000 a year. A true politico of the people would shun such money and attend for the minimum wage ie the amount of money that most people are earning in Wales. With recent flooding and Cameron doing his King Canute impression we would be well advised to think Green & vote Green because if ISIL don't get us then climate change will.


Daeth morfil o’r môr diwrnod dolig
Fe glywodd clychau Aberdyfi gan feddwl roedd lloches i fod
Ond ar ôl glanio ar y traeth 
Sylweddolodd nid oedd yn Nhresaith
A sefydlodd yn y fan ar le.
Roedd wedi dod o’r dyfnderoedd
I roi rhybudd i ni dynol bod
"Pleidleisiwch i'r un rhai ym mis Mai
Dim ond arnoch chi fyddo’r bai"  

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