Yet again the Kenneth Williams of politics, motherfucker Wesley Streeting is trying to anoint himself the new Prime Minister – God help us all. The limp-wristed, gurning, mincing fruit flavoured heap of mother love can see that Daddy Keir is failing badly, and he just can’t resist sticking his powdered nose into everything. The latest piece of Wes wisdom is that we should have gone to war over Syria in 2013 – 2 years before the little poofter was even an M.P. This is priceless – the armchair General holding forth, when we all know he has spent his whole life in soft jobs, never getting his delicate little hands dirty, his limp little wrists armed only with a lightweight pen. . If he wants to hold forth on matters military it might be better if he had seen service himself, like Dan Jarvis. As it is, it seems the little queen spends most of his spare time propping up bars and spreading himself like Kerrygold on hot toast.

It seems – as if we couldn’t guess – that he is a great favourite of two of New Labour’s oldest queens. Anthony and Mandy.

Is it too late for Wessy to do his bit? – join up, perhaps with the Queens Regiment and take the colours (brown and yellow in his case)

As it is, however we face the ghastly prospect of Kweer being followed by even more kweer. – a limp-wristed war minded little bender.

We have, for far too long, tried to involve ourselves in other people’s fights. Stick your nose into a brannigan and you’ll get it punched. Enough already. Most armchair Generals are just good for a laugh, but as far as I know this is the first time the general was made up to the nines and wearing lipstick.

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