Which he Will Never See Or Will Ignore.
Dear Prime Minister,
This humble little blog is all I have to vent my ire and outrage against the class of citizenry of which you are the titular head of. I and my generation remain microscopic gnats on your radar. I hope with all my heart, however, that one day I may strike an elusive chord and our 24/7 world will sit up and take notice. Somehow I hope for a burst of fame to allow my puny efforts to have an influential "Macbeth" strut.
I appreciate you inherited a nation wrecked by generations of your predecessors, all manipulative, lying and damaging to this stricken land once so proud of its culture and decency. Much of the rot set in, of course, with that unpleasant man, Edward Heath. Thereafter it was a race to the top jobs in that fraudulent, corrupt edifice which now rules over you and I in the guise of a European Federal State.
Now here's the rub. You pretended to be eurosceptic to gain this coalition leadership that may well turn out to be a poison chalice. How overjoyed I was to see that ghastly inadequate unelected PM, Gordon Brown partly defeated and his bunch of leftie, champagne hypocrites chucked out.
Now, just a brief few months later, barely one year on, look what we face.
Roaring inflation, higher taxation, another conflict we can ill afford and stalemate in our economic wilderness. A wilderness exacerbated by the sick, rudderless and stupefyingly stupid, rusty old supertanker that is the
EU. As Portugal teeters on the brink and peers over the edge of an economic precipice, holding hands with Ireland, Greece, Spain, Belgium et al, what do you do? Go to war, again.
You will have to mouth those hurried, meaningless words of pseudo condolence, so beloved of our parliament of Fools, ably corralled by a bullying buffoon and wife abuser from the whips office, who claims your loyalty, despite a litany of expenses fraud. Today two more soldiers have died needlessly in the pit hole that is Afghanistan and graveyard of many Russian young men, sacrificed on the altar of greed and power.
You, Sir, are a disappointment even greater than that Scottish mad man. Our troops are still dying, our streets still unsafe from a hidden army of unknown and untold numbers, shipped in to gerrymander the electorate for the left and which you remain fearful of upsetting.
If only you could grow a" pair", to use an unpleasant modern idiom. If only you would just say stop to the Afghan debacle, leave Qaddafi to do his worst and above all else get us out of the desperately expensive European club of debauched scoundrels. A place in history you might welcome would await you. £89 billion pounds wiped off the annual membership cost would transform this oil producing nation overnight. Add the billions saved on pulling out of Afghanistan and scrapping the Libyan adventure, kill off Trident and arm us to the teeth with high tech defences and troops, aircraft and ships then quit NATO. You could always go back in for a fee payable to we poor cannon fodder Eloys, after all.
We are a very small country. Let's live as one. Follow the Scandinavian, low profile path in the world. We don't lose any moral high ground in that direction and it's affordable.
Still, what do I know?