“…like this, then I lick my lips….”
Michel Barnier
I’m currently getting a whiff of cunt. Unfortunately, it’s not that soft, musky fragrance that we all crave so much. It’s EU cunt, in the rancid form of chief Brexit negotiator Michel ‘Le Cunt’ Barnier.
‘Le Cunt’ has launched an attack on the UK for (get this!) ‘refusing to extend its transition period’ beyond 31st December, whilst ‘slowing down discussions’. The UK has ‘failed to engage substantially on issues’, with talks ‘making no progress on fisheries’. No fucking shit, Sherlock.
Let’s get this straight. The UK keeps telling you that we don’t want an extension. It’s YOU that wants the UK to apply for an extension. Mmm… why ever could that be? Could it have ANYTHING to do with the EU then being seen, so graciously, to accede, then demanding in return our slavish adherence to EU rules and the jurisdiction of the ECJ without any input or recourse? Oh and let’s not forget your belief in your divine right to continue plundering our fishing grounds and our coffers for the duration; Covid-19 means that you need these more than ever…
‘Slowing down discussions’, are we? We’ve had nearly four years of talks, and you’ve had us over a barrel for the most part. The general election of 2019 changed all that, and how. Theresa May is no longer coming cap in hand to you. So here’s how the cookie crumbles, you Frog fuck. We really do want a deal, but you want one even more, and you ain’t calling the shots any more, so get used to it. You, M. Barnier, are one of the biggest sticking points on the road to agreement; your hubris and arrogance is astonishing. Just keep your hissy fits to yourself, because the only person impressed is you.
So no more bullying and contempt from you, thank you very much. Is it deal or no deal then? If it’s deal, pony up and fast. As you said, ‘the clock is ticking’. Otherwise, allez de l’avant et multipliez, vous tron du cul.
Nominated by Ron Knee
