Cod Almighty | Diary
For the comfort of John
29 December 2020
Why hello there, over the festive season it's all got a bit fraught in football-land. Will the season end, will it pause long enough for everyone to calm down and Town to rid itself of its home-grown plague?
With The Fishy infested with fanboy Fentyist fantasists flailing around with fake newsery, where else are you going to get the facts that are fit to print? Your ever Deviant Diary is here with news of no news in the dog days of everything.
Yep, five days is a long time in the politics of Town. We all had the Boxing Day blues, have the opportunity to lose again tonight and, at the time of typing, are still rudderless on and off the pitch.
Where are we now? The very professional businessmen seeking to purchase the club issued a coherent and calm statement after the midnight rambler threw a hissy fit on the eve of Christmas. They aren't going away, we just need the Fenty Street Gang to go away.
As a contribution to the regeneration of the region, pop art is popping up all over town, with "Fenty Out" banners on every roundabout. It's hardly the storming of The Bastille but, as every sportsman knows, it's important to have the Big Mo. How did it get to this?
Times change but the English ruling elites, locally and nationally, never change:
"What is to be expected of them is not treachery, or physical cowardice, but stupidity, unconscious sabotage, an infallible instinct for doing the wrong thing. They are not wicked, or not altogether wicked; they are unteachable." (Mr George Orwell)
And there's the rub. For former Top Con John, the melting fridge magnate, our toytown Trump with his chumpocracy of enablers and apologists, is merely that most trite of clichés: a small man in his small world. What to do? Ridicule? Scorn? All have their uses. It isn't as though there is a dearth of material facts out there in his material world.
In all the fluffery there is one very particular event that is worth remembering – it goes to the heart of the matter.
The Mariners Trust was donated £200,000 worth of shares by Mike Parker after he concluded he could not work with John Fenty. Parker had, he states, reached an agreement with former Top Con John for them both to invest that sum in the club, by way of purchasing shares. Our Dear Leader didn't buy shares, but loaned that sum. A "benign" loan, of course. Fenty then claimed the club would run out of money and have to sell key players unless the trust handed the shares over to him, which they did in March 2012.
Honesty, honour, morals – words freely flung around in P-Diddy's 23 minute car crash on Radio Humberside last week. Self-serving noise. Morally, Fentycon has no right to those shares, as the use of emotional blackmail in 2012 conned the lay supporters into gifting them. In the risible words of a Supporters Trust member: "we're doing it for the comfort of John".
An honourable man would return them to the Trust and not profit from a blackmailed 'gift'. Then again, I suppose that is what P-Diddy would call a victimless crime, so it doesn't count in the la-la-land of the local elites.
This coterie of clichéd people run the club and the town; they are in charge, they are the elite. This is why we are where we are. They, not just Ebeneezer Fenty, are the muck that needs to be cleared from the stables. They are the rancid, fetid swamp that needs draining.
While we're waiting for the pumps to works we do hope the bedtime reading on Twitter whetted your appetite for the revolution. You missed it? Well, don't worry, we'll put up the next instalment of "what Fenty and his mates in the council didn't bother to find out about their new mate Alex/Alick" soon.
The revelations about dodgy dealers and appalling behaviour to players, to staff, to the local media have not been exhausted, not by a long way. The longer Fenty and Day remain the more will emerge. This trickle of tales of snivelling chiselling and idiocy will not end, but the incompetent reign of error will.
Things can only get better and they will. It all depends on how much and how quickly former Top Con John needs cash to deal with "other matters".