Some people have put forward the theory that Cameron is
really a new Churchill in disguise, treating with his enemies in public but, back
in Blighty, secretly plotting their overthrow. He is playing a long game, they
say, seeing what meagre scraps from the table will eventually be offered, only to overturn
that table and - in a flourish worthy of Tyrone Power himself - whip out his rapier and carve Z-for-Zorro across the
invasion map of Europe. I don’t buy it; it’s not happening. Cameron is as
committed a Europhile as the cowardly Boris Johnson, trying to look undecided
but already signed up to the United Kingdom Clearance Sale. Everything must go:
sovereignty, currency, law and order, identity, tradition and when they get
round to it, history itself.
When future generations read about how the European Union
held fast against the Romans, Napoleon, the invader Nelson, Hitler and Stalin, united
under the glorious star-spangled dishcloth, what was once the United Kingdom
will be consigned to a footnote in history. Those great EU cultural heroes will
be celebrated with many bread and circus days named for them: Shakespeare, Mao,
mohammed (of course), Charlemagne, De Gaulle, Obama, and – naturally - Zorro
himself. A mask may be worn on his day as it must on V-Day; the mask of
Occupy who liberated Europe from the oppressions of free speech advocates and
restored the power of the banks. This history is already being written in the minds
of your infants. (If you want hard proof, I just miss-typed ‘Brthsi’ and the
spellcheck didn’t even offer the name of our realm as an option! Even Microsoft
is on board!)
We are not going to see any more ‘concessions’. What we
haven’t even already got is a poor request for the other countries to assist in
keeping the truth from the British public as the straps are buckled tighter
still. Even the supposed alternative strategy of ‘Flexcit’[sic] is
just a disguise for a mechanism by which our uncomfortable stay can be
prolonged, possibly indefinitely. I reckon I have, at best, twenty years to go
and I genuinely don’t expect to see any meaningful change in that time. So,
David Cameron, you can go and fuck yourself unless you are prepared to rise to
your office. I expect to be kept waiting.
Lucky Dave - whereabouts unknown
In other news, Lord Lucan is alive and well and living in
England. Despite the reclamation of the title I believe the only Lucan anybody will
remember is the one in that photo. Many since have copied his modus
operandi, at least the one they believe, and vanished into obscurity. There will be no need for David
Cameron to ‘take a walk in the woods’; when his time comes to leave the stage he
could just do a Lucan... the only difference being that nobody will ever
remember him.
" So, David Cameron, you can go and fuck yourself unless you are prepared to rise to your office" He won't though, He's a watered down socialist and a filthy duplicitous lying piece of shart' at best. Why can't socialists be prevented from joining the conservatives as a conflict of interest and actual fucking deception on the electorate.
ReplyDeleteOh come on, don't sit on the fence!
Delete