What a Difference A Day makes!
He was lauded to the skies with a standing ovation, thunderous applause, stamping of feet and banging of doors. A posse of loyal and sychophantic journos were assembled to witness his triumphant arrival. Not at all stage managed? Tuesday's newspapers will be full of the great survivor, plucky and determined leader and son of the manse. His glorious defeat at the hands of a Nation so desperate for their voice to be heard as of nought. Listening, what the people want, steer us throught his economic collapse and debt and so on.
The thing is we know, they know and they know we know. All that matters is at least one more year of noses buried in the trough, followed by one more year of enhanced pension, golden handshakes and excessive allowances. That one more year of comic opera with Pagliacci The Clown singing his lovelorn aria for a legacy, never sure if he is a Dictator or a clown, will destroy The Labour Party and possibly The UK, is of little consequence. Carry on troughing lads, (plus the handful of lasses left).
Just moments ago he skipped into his Downing Street lair, smirking with superior arrogance and a sense of such utter self delusion. Enjoy it, Mein Fuhrer, our time is coming. Dave Suchov is just round the corner.
Oldrightie has an expert to help provide some amusement. Many thanks go to "startled leafleter"!