Greetings once more, fellow cunters. I’m back from another spell abroad (a delightful break with friends who live in Spain) to find on return to Blighted, sorry Blighty, that it’s a case of ‘the more things change, the more they stay the same’, at least on the Brexit front. It seems that those duplicitous dogs the SNP, together with the Limp Dicks, Liebour, and rogue ex-Tories and Liebour, have been hatching a plot to oust BoJo and put a ‘caretaker’ government, or as they grandiosely prefer to call it, a *cough* ‘Government of National Unity’ in place.
The joke is that the plan has fallen through, because about the only thing that this parcel of rogues is ‘united’ about is that they really can’t agree on anything, in particular who should replace BoJo in the hot seat. The much talked of ‘no confidence’ vote is now off the table, at least for a while, as the back-stabbing rats manoeuvre and scheme some more. Just remember, you wankstains, that the eyes of seventeen point four million Leavers are all over you like a bad suit.
You’ve only really got two choices here, my friends. Laugh hysterically, or sob uncontrollably. I choose the former, as contempt and ridicule are all that this scum warrant.
‘Government of National Unity’? Ah, the delicious irony of the situation. The bastards are going to unite the country. I’d give it a week before the shithouses were at each others’ throats. Gawd ‘elp us.
Nominated by Ron Knee
Emergency cunting please for Jon Snow, who was interviewed, and brought up that vile old cliche about old Brexiteers dying off, thus replaced by fresh young blood who, of course, are all going to vote remain.
