Are These The Greatest Ever Britons?
Or are they a group of pathetic excuses for humanity, tainted to a level of secretive knowledge of the deepest depravity, cruelty, treachery, narcissism and grossness, none of us will ever really know.
I lean heavily to my description above. One robbed us blind of our pensions, now lying in tatters for years to come. Then found to be clinically off his trolley. His mate to his left is now a millionaire many times over and so hated we are forced to pay many more millions to protect him and his ill gotten gains from hundreds of deserved enemies. A warmonger and war criminal still practising his trade as a privateer.
Next is a man still bearing a pathetic childish grudge he was found so weak and ineffectual, other than as an erstwhile dilettante and adulterer, when not acting as bag man for the misogynists who destroyed Maggie.
Shall I move on to the two public school boys at the front? Two guys who are a disgrace to their backgrounds. Pink, EUSSR wannabees, more concerned with their status in the future queue for when the Common Purpose goodie box is opened to dish out their expected baubles.
Is there anyone alive we might prefer to be standing in there place? Probably none we know of. Or at least someone that other figure of greatness, Dumbleby minor, of the BBC Paedo organisation, would deign to accept. Certainly not General Sir Nicholas Houghton, Chief Of The Defense Staff.
This guy told us how perfect we will leave Afghanistan and that the Taliban is, to all intent and purpose, a spent force. As if. We really are all badly served, are we not. None so than our honourable dead, sacrificed, not for us but those who would make us all their slaves.