Greenlands.

‘ In England’s green and pleasant land ‘ are lines from the William Blake poem of 1808 and designed to evoke pride and National identity. Emotively produced in the song Jerusalem by William Parry . That England may well be long gone as the builders create more and more houses for more and more people, over priced and unaffordable propped up with 40 year 99% mortgages.

Then turning to that other Greenland , that autonomous region in the Artic which,

‘ we want ‘ according to President Trump who sent yesterday his Advance party sorry J D Vance party to go get it. Like Veruca Salt in the Chocolate Factory’ I want it now ‘ . Hold on but what about the owners Denmark , those Great Danes barking back in protest. ‘ To be or not to be ‘ says Hamlet that fine Prince of Denmark immortalised by Shakespeare from those green and pleasant lands.

It was Sarah Palin from Alaska who reminded us she could see Russia from her kitchen window and so can Greenland and Canada and America see them . Which is why someone wants them now as USA and Russia join hands across the ocean.

Like chess pieces on the board the political game is changing , the Kings are calling checkmate, the Bishops all having to step down, the rooks flying over, the knights without chivalry , the Queen unseen and the rest of us pawns in the game.

President Trump wants to bring home the bacon , that Danish bacon called Greenland and Putin will let him providing he can keep his Ukraine captured lands. And while we are at it pacify Xi and let him take Taiwan unopposed and unannounced. It’s the new world disorder in our green and pleasant lands.

As for Britain the tea of special relationship is being thrown off the ship again. As we sing Auld Lang Syne spare a thought President for your Golf Clubs in those Scottish green lands and putting us in a permanent hole. I can hear the bagpipes now. What would your mother say Donald ?