AThere are also quickies in politics. Habeck reported that it took the traffic light males and females in the federal cabinet just four minutes, “four minutes at the most”, and the draft law that the chancellor had pressed on the bruised eyes of the Greens and the FDP par ordre du mufti was passed. For weeks they had been at each other’s throats over the nuclear issue, but now all they seemed to want was for the matter to be over as quickly as possible. One piece of advice from across the English Channel for such situations, which Liz Truss also took to heart, is: Close your eyes and think of England. Our coalition partners, however, were probably thinking more about spring, peace, the sun and happily turning windmills.
At least the green and red ministers. Behind the yellow lids of the FDP, however, the blue light of the nuclear reactors continues to glow, which the liberals simply cannot forget. They don’t want it to go out in Germany either, not in April and of course not in the following year either, because then the new fuel rods would still be as good as new.
Then Scholz would only have had the atomic bomb
Scholz made it clear to the FDP members that they could do away with this salami tactic. But of course the Lindners and Kubickis also know that the Chancellor’s guideline sword becomes blunter with every pull. First lieutenant Schmidt, anti-aircraft helper Kohl and also the Swabian housewife Merkel knew that this is why you shouldn’t brandish your saber. Even Habeck, who was completely unserved, said three times within five minutes after receiving the blue letter that Scholz had “taken a full risk”. What risk you ask? Well, that of the nuclear escalation. If the brawlers hadn’t (temporarily) ducked their heads, the chancellor would have had no choice but to use the atomic bomb, i.e. the vote of confidence. But then you would have already known what the hour had come or who.
In Great Britain you don’t need all this constitutional pomposity, if only because there is hardly any constitution there. That is why the parties can also change the prime ministers as they wish. The king can then only ever “My goodness! mumbling and hoping the next one has more time to practice the curtsy. Now the residents of 10 Downing Street come and go even faster than the Prime Ministers in Italy. If the Tories keep up their speed-firing they might get four prime ministers this year, it’s only October. If this fluctuation were to continue, even the late Charles III. come up with as many heads of government as his mother.
You can no longer see some ministers
We Germans, on the other hand, should probably not reckon with English conditions, despite the government quarrels about the atom and the port of Hamburg. After just under a year, you can no longer see some of the actors (m/f/d), let alone hear them. So that there is no misunderstanding: We are enthusiastic about Habeck, the man of pain. If he moved his residence to Oberammergau, there would be no alternative to Jesus for decades to come. His appearance in the “Daily Topics” after the guideline boom was a perfect medley of “It is finished”, “What do you see the speck in your brother’s eye” and “Blessed are the meek”. When Habeck finally whined that politics without hope would be a bleak business, the Green Party’s homepage must have collapsed because half of Germany was looking for applications for membership or marriage on the site.
So if things get uncomfortable again in the near future because the gas bill is due or the newspaper isn’t, our advice is: Close your eyes and think of Habeck. Thinking about England would hardly bring relief. The inner eye, widened by shock, finally sees a Johnson who returns from exile in the Caribbean as triumphantly as Napoleon did from Elba.
