I may be an old cunt but I have a memory like an elephant. I well remember the slow inevitability orf the decline into war. “Sleep walking into war” was the newspaper phrase that described the wraiths orf Hell that almost invisibly blinded the nations on the path to WWI. Then barely twenty years later it happened once more, heads in sand, appeasement and deceit, Hitler’s war, Germany’s second World War. I feel it in me bones, stronger now indeed than during the mendacious machinations orf the Scots Scum.

This once great nation is now faced with the prospect orf total capitulation to the krauts and frogs without having firing a shot in its defence. We have been betrayed by David Cameron and his cohort orf arse leeches, all strangely silent and bloated on the blood orf the nation in these last few days (Thursday for Christ sake) orf negotiation orf a “deal” as fake as fuck. Germany’s bully boys know that they have only to sneer “nein” at Cameron and his arse is presented ready for the taking. Cameron has already repeatedly caved in to the irish, the jockos and the the yanks and any issue from bankers to tube drivers. This cunt has previous.

Take the advice orf an old blagger and card sharper. The only way to play this hand is to bluff and bluff again. If Cameron genuinely wants a deal that is good for Britain he must campaign to come oit and we must vote to come oit. Put the cat among the pigeons just like the jockos did over their referendum vote and thus extort the best deal. A vote to come oit is the best card we can hold. If they won’t ante up then we bugger orf. Rule Britannia ect ect and check the Kruger Rands under the bed.

All me guns orn the estate are loaded and the old tosser that cleans me ditches stands ready to bomb Berlin.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke