The Winds of Trump Waft over Britain
Unheeding of the experience of her Australian counterpart, Toe-Rag Turnbull, Silly May Goose called a snap election, the thundering masses roared and spat into the toss-pot of credibility.
In a critical time in its history Great Britain finds itself at the mercy of the caprice of weak government. What a triumph of democracy! What a triumph of common sense! Mrs May Goose, you should now be skewered, basted and roasted for your sheer political stupidity.
But can you blame the denizens of less than Great Britain. Perhaps not altogether. The poor buggers are sick of elections. This one was completely unnecessary. They are shell-shocked by a barbarism that was completely preventable - and largely of their own making. Remember that Blind Freddy was warning about the dangers of Islamic terrorism decades ago – but no one listened. The bourgeoisie just snuffled into their cups of tea and talked about their Laura Ashley curtains whilst their country went to the dogs.
And so yesterday the thundering and pissed-off masses said enough. They played their Trump card. They turned their back – quite understandably - on the May Goose and lent their support to the populist policies of arguably the most unelectable leader ever to grace Westminster. He and his team of half-witted Marxist ideologues wouldn’t normally pass the selection test for the army bog cleaning battalion. But liberal democratic politics being as it is – well, look at Trump, Turnbull, Merkel, Macron … and that prize piss-wit Trudeau.
Churchill might once have offered a pithy comment about democracy being better than the alternative – I very much doubt he would repeat the observation today.
So my dear friends, my kith and kin – having served yourselves up an indigestible omelette of Trump and toast – will you now accept that you are paying the price of years of shoulder-shrugging indifference whilst your political elites and overlords stole your country from you. If you don’t get it now – you never will!