The Blacklight Candelabra: Dibby Dabby

Choose an obscure name and apply it to something more prominent in today’s political culture.  That “something” should be significant enough to end up in a history book one day.  There should be no obvious connection between the origin and the new context you choose.

The horses head

Dibby Dabby is today’s political culture, there is no other alternative. It is international. I can begin in Switzerland. We have a direct democracy, so direct that it overtakes the politicians and as soon as the people make a decision, they realise it is out of date and was voted upon a week ago. They are already looking forward to the next topic to decide upon. Patience must be applied, but do not worry, the next referendum is just around the corner. Collect enough signatures if you do not agree with what your government is planning and we all receive documents through the post, edited in three languages. No-one bothers to arrive personally at the election locality and why should you? Just sign on the dotted line and put it in the letter box, now what could be more Dibby Dabby than that.

Let us hop over to France, just across the Swiss border, they even let me in with my Swiss train pass once because I did not have my passport with me, pure Dibby Dabby? Of course we do not want to insult the French government, they have their problems to deal with. I heard this week that the present boss, Mr. Hollande also has elections on his french hors d’oevres plate, Unfortunately the National Front are gathering in popularity – oh horror, but do not despair, Nikolas Sarkozy is not far behind. He has bought a new pair of shoes, with even higher heels than the last set he bought when he was Prime Minister, and has decided to join the Dibby Dabby club again. Yes, he is the one that can stand on higher ground who wins the race overlooking all, it seemed last week-end. Dibby Dabby is here again.

And have you seen the latest fashion in colourful jackets, exclusively worn by Angie Merkel, German boss, now if that is not Dibby Dabby I do not know what is. I heard that they are produced in a special factory, somewhere in the back street of a Chinese town, known as – yes Dib Dab (the Chinese had problems in pronouncing the “y” at the end).

I heard that in Russia they have a new magician, he is a sensation. He said “Dibby Dabby” clapped his hands and bang – Vladimir Putin disappeared for a week. They seek him here, they seek him there and rumour has it that Dibby Dabby Putin is the name of the new offspring born somewhere in an expensive clinic in Switzerland, although no-one really knows and who am I to say. It is all Dibby Dabby basically.

The are degrees of comparison in this Dibby Dabby scale, yes – Mega Dibby Dabby exists, although up to now it has only been found in North Korea. Do I have to say more? Eat enough Emmental cheese (back to Swiss Dibby Dabby), perhaps with a few health problems due to overweight, on the way, and just play Dibby Dabby with the unnecessary and unwanted relatives.

Note I have not mentioned the english colony across the Pond known as USA. Dibby Dabby has not yet reached this shore, they have enough problems. It was reported that Dibby Dabby was seen somewhere in Cuba, but since Cuba is no longer on the hit list, they have suppressed the Dibby Dabby which was last seen boarding an American submarine on its way to …… No I will not tell you, but beware. Dibby Dabby can be everywhere. Have you looked under the bed lately?

The Blacklight Candelabra: Dibby Dabby

Daily Prompt: But no Cigar – and definitely not for the WordPress daily prompt people.

Tell us about a time things came this close to working out… but didn’t. What happened next? Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?

Bee in wild flowers

“Are you following me?”

“Sort of. If you remain still and don’t buzz around all the time, I could take a very good photo.”

“I am not a model for your camera, I am working on these flowers.”

“I noticed, but you don’t seem to be having any success. You buzz around from flower to flower.”

“I am a bee, it is my job. I might not earn a cigar for my work, but I am collecting enough pollen to feed a whole colony, including me.”

“I see, I thought you was collecting the pollen to fertilise the flowers, so that they would make more.”

“You think. That is only a side line, I am not Pestalozzi, I am doing this for the family.”

“If you keep still, I can take a photo.”

“I do not have time for photo tourists, I have better things to do with my time. You cannot eat photos.”

“But I can show everyone else how great you look when you are doing your job. Do you think I could have a pose from below.”

“For what reason?”

“To show everyone more of your wonderful legs with their nectar pouches.”

“But I am busy.”

“I know you are a busy bee, but you are a very good looking bee.”

“And who compensates for the pollen I miss whilst I am posing for a human photo?”

“But you can carry on afterwards.”

“I do not do afterwards, now go away and don’t bother me. I have finished with this group of flowers and have to move onto the next group. I still have space in my storage room for some more pollen.”

“You have a storage room?”

“On my legs. Look.”

Bee in wild flowers

“Got you.”

“You took a photo of my pouches.”

“Yes and very nice pouches they are. Do you still have room for more?”

“I think I will be buzzing home now to empty them, but I will be back.”

“Then I will wait for a few more shots.”

“Forget it. This patch is finished, I will move on to another place.”

“Hi Fred.”

“Hi Joe.”

“Anything left for me here. What’s that human doing with that camera?”

“She is taking photos.”

“Great, shall I smile?”

“No, you have no time You must be new on the job. We bees do not hover around or smile for a camera, we have work to do. Think of all those hungry mouths waiting for their food. Queenie will not be happy.”

“Oh, Queenie is never satisfied. She always wants more. She has done her job and now we have to feed them.”

“What about me?”

“Human go away, you have taken enough photos for today and are disturbing the process. You know what, go to the local shop and buy a jar of honey and take a photo of it, the finished product.”

So I left Fred and Joe to their work, although Fred had a heavy load to carry on the way back to his home. Joe had now taken over and was pollinating the remainder. Oh to be a bee, although there are really no rewards, except for a few photos in my camera.

Daily Prompt: But no Cigar – and definitely not for the WordPress daily prompt people