As we arrive at the inevitable turd pile-up which is the Brexit endgame and the only question remaining (excuse the unintended pun) is whether Britain will be fucked or super-fucked, the hardest part to get your head around is the reality that we’ve been brought here – the whole of the UK – by a lying, cheating, low-grade, low-life con man who has been a well-known public and private wrecker and disaster most of his life.
The delusion element cannot be more clearly
demonstrated than that he believes himself to be – not Napoleon – as per the
usual stereotype of the nurse-bothering megalomaniac, but Churchill. Now – fan or
not of Winston Churchill - the idea that this dithering incoherent blob with
less backbone than a slug (no offense to slugs) who has brought
Britain to a level of self-harm and catastrophe – in other words, the opposite
of the British efforts in WWII - is
beyond satire.
So – as we wearily regard the bad pantomime which is
the dying days (again no pun intended) of 2020 and ogle in disbelief at the
cabinet of craven, crawling fools that make up Johnson’s enablers, I shall
misquote Churchill.
Never
in the field of human con-tricks was so much damage done to so many by a deluded few…
Boris
Smirch-Swill
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