Our Good Two-Legged Mayor. By Uncle Monty.

Our Good Two-Legged Mayor.

By Uncle Monty.

Photos By Alex Albion.

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Conceivably, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson could

become British Prime Minister one of these days should

the Tories hopefully slaughter the present loathesome

Labour Party in the next General Election, which must

be called no later than by June, 2010, or any time be-

fore. But for now, the Old Etonian Boris Johnson, 45, is

rightfully the present and elected Mayor of London that

is both good for him and for those of us who reside and

work at Britain’s capital city. I was more than pleased to

finally meet him in person during the recent promotional

visit of his (shown above) to Covent Garden to launch

the £1 Million Retail Campaign called “London West End."
Such aims to increase tourist and visitor foot traffic and

retail store profits to the West End by creating traffic

free days, celebrity appearances, free entertaiment etc.,

etc. Along with the newly-created moveable West End

Wheel that will dish out rewards to those spinning to

win cash, freebies and prizes on the

wheel of good fortune.
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At yet another news media interview

of him at London's Covent Garden.

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Seen here is the classic pattern of media celebrity inter-

viewing of Mayor Boris Johnson at London's Covent Garden.
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Born in America - at New York City to be precise -
Boris Johnson‘s family tree and long noble ancestry,

nevertheless, reads like a man of true regal pedigee

with his European and British royal stock deeply

in his bones and blood rather than that of

classless and murderous Yankeeland. Aside from

blue blood, Boris Johnson has Christian, Muslim,

and Jewish blood among his ancestral bedfellows.

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:: Biography of Boris Johnson ::
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Johnson

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He's too posh for America and perhaps also thesedays

for all those unwanted immigrants and foreigners

that have been allowed to invade Britain under

the radical leftist immigration agenda of New

Labour. Such folkz aren't very fond of Boris,

but then I suspect he isn't too fond of them

despite his recent political backing of the awful

"Strangers Into Citizens Campaign" - which I

attended myself to write about - that wants

the present Labour government to legalise or

regularise between 450.000 to 900.000 failed

asylum seekers, illegal immigrants, and un-

documented workers in the UK. What mad-

ness? I say to them: "Hit the road, Jack!!"

I totally disagee with Boris in backing such a

dangerous campaign. His conservative

party rival David Cameron opposes

giving such a sweeping amnesty that will

cost the British taxpayer £1 million for

each unlawful migrant that is granted

amnesty. Those behind the well-funded

pro-immigration campaign want to do it

now before New Labour is completely

booted out of power at the next British

General Election. They know, if the Tories

get in they can say goodbye to such a

proposed amnesty for what could reach

almost a million of bottom-of-the-barrel Africans

and Third Worlders being allowed to hoodwink the

law and to stay for ever and a day to continue to bleed

us bone dry for all they can get free and easy from the

benefit culture that is part and parcel of today's

Broken Britain under crumbling New Labour.

Once the British benefit culture dries up, along
with all the mindless trappings of our present

Nanny State, then we'd see a rapid decline in

both legal and illegal immigration to the UK

almost overnight ... Bring it on, I say!!

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While I agree with David's anti-immigration

amnesty, he personally leaves me frigid

as the poster boy for the Tory Party as does

Anthony Blair and Gordon Brown of New Labour.

The three of them leave me absolutely frigid

no matter their politics or leadership role.

While Boris Johnson does not. He's no bore!!

To me, he's our good two-legged mayor

of London ... and even more thankfully

over that radical Commie guy of red, red, Red

Ken who once occuppied City Hall to waste

millions of taxpayers money on his very iffy

political projects for his closest left-wing and

black-skinned money grabbing cronies like
low-mouth Lee Jasper. Ken Livingstone

wants to be mayor again. Oh boy, send him to

hell!! Please, also put him in a tight little metal

cage and then handcuff him big time ... Better still,

then throw away the key to the cage until he

agrees he's no longer Ken the radical red ...

The problem is once you're red, you're always

red, right Ken? Even the pitiful British Labour

Party doesn't want him to run for London City

Hall ever again. For once, I agree with them!!
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The Mayor Meeting The People.

A few days after meeting him, Boris Johnson then appeared on the front cover of London’s pro-gay, 160-page, bi-monthly magazine called “Time Out." It did a cheap feature story on him by Mark Frith, along with some classy photography by Rob Greig. It was also a classic case of our mayor being widely interviewed by those who belong to what was once his own journalism profession. Journalists writing about an ex-journalist like Boris Johnson can be quite biased in trying to show no favour toward him. Such to my mind was the case of the "Time Out" piece with its five-page spread on our good two-legged mayor. Mark Frith’s piece was rather niggardly toward Boris, I thought. But then that’s "Time Out" magazine for you ...

And why, you may ask, do I call Boris Johnson “our good two-legged mayor?” Well, because he is!! He uses his two legs and his two feet to bike here and there to get around London to do his mayoral job and daily tasks without any grandstanding or artifice on his part as he pedals from one meeting or event to another like he did when I first met him at the £1 Million Retail Campaign called "London West End" at Covent Garden!

Those who have tried to portray Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson as a buffoon are probably the biggest buffoons themselves. Indeed, our mayor is far from being a buffoon and for those who insist he is are badly mistaken at their own political peril as his decisive win at the 2oo8 London mayoral election clearly proved. There are also those like David Cameron who don't appreciate the unusal and fascinating character and personality that Boris Johnson displays with an ease and forthrightness that puts most other politicos to shame and phoniness. I think that should David Cameron become the next Tory Prime Minister of Britain, that he may have to eventually move over to make way for Boris Johnson to enter No. 10. Clearly, Boris and David aren't buddy buddies and they don't get along like sugar and spice and all things nice. I suspect they never will despite both of them being Old Etonians and dedicated English Tories or despite of it. The more I look politicallly at David Cameron the more insipid he looks to me compared with the inspiration I get looking at his rival Boris Johnson. If I had to vote for either of them, ABDPJ would win hands down for me.

I gave our good two-legged mayor my printed blog card - that's a business card that contains only my name and the name of my blog and nothing else - as we departed on our own separate ways. He biked off without any fanfare to presumably City Hall from London's Covent Garden at where we first bumped into each other with each of us then giving a good handshake to the other. I was glad we met and I shall keenly follow his political progress from here on. His mayoral success has been quite okay with but a few exceptions like the hasty mistake of hiring the disgraced and invidious ex-Anglican Archdeacon Ray Lewis, 46, as one of his black deputy mayors. Boris almost became a cropper with such a lying shyster like Ray Lewis, who claimed he was a Justice of the Peace or magistrate when he most certainly was not. He also supposedly works miracles with troubled inner city black and immigrant youthz. But the best miracle would be to deport the fake JP back to his home-sweet-home at somewhere in the Caribbean from whence he originally came from what I have seen of him. The Lewis Debacle was almost a replay of the Lee Jasper media exposé under the then dreadful leftist tenture of Red Ken at London City Hall. Lewis and Jasper could well be artful dodgers or crafty con artists in the eyes of many like me.

I think, however, that Boris Johnson will only serve one four-year term as the good Mayor of London, especially if the Conservative Party takes power in the next British general election over the completely tattered rule and ill-governance of New Labour that hopefully will be sent to coventry for many, many, future years. Welcome Boris, good riddance then to Cameron, Brown and Blair. So ends my story for now of our good two-legged mayor ...

Truly, Uncle Monty. +Julian of Norwich, 2oo9.

Looking at the well-funded "Strangers Into Citizens" pro-immigration amnesty rally (shown above) at London, that took place on Britain's Bank Holiday Monday, it was a true eye-opener of the frightful masses of illegal immigrants, failed asylum seekers, and undocumented workers now living and/or hiding in the UK from our immigration laws and rules. I will have my article and strong views on the rally shortly and my questions of granting amnesty to such masses of between 450.000 to 900.000 of the unneeded and unwanted immigrants and foreigners now that plague Britain more and more each day due to the almost criminal immigration policy and socialist agenda of terrible New Labour. I say simply to such masses: "Hit The Road, Jack!!" The quicker they hit the road, the better!!
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He stood glaring at me - as shown in my above photo of him - from the masonic doorway of the United Hall of English Freemasons. It was then a perfect moment for me to snap a couple of photoshots of the dour old mason in his regalia while he continued to glare disapprovingly at me for photographing his fellow masons at what is called, in the Masonic Craft, "Lodge Day" or "Temple Day." On such a day it brings thousands of gray or white-haired masons together annually from all over the country to do their secret rituals inside the UK headquarters at London's Great Queen Street with the Prince Michael of Kent usually in attendance as Grand Master of Ceremonies. I did not see the prince yet again this year ... Oh, and the more the old mason glared at me, the more determined I was to photograph the ongoing masonic scene on the street for all to see ...

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