Articles tagués : Widdecombe

When the fascists come out of their closets…

What is the matter with you, silly old cow ?! Has your milk turned sour ? I think we can all agree quite a few centuries must have passed since that worn out pancake between your legs was watered by anything other than your piss, can’t we ? That smell, Widdecombe, that smell, for God’s sake ! Do you realize what position you’ve put me in ? Even in the God-forsaken colonies, any such statement would have been synonymous with instant resignation, wouldn’t it ? While you’re at it, grow a Chaplin-moustache, why don’t you ?! Don’t you agree, Mr. Creedy ?… Yours is an opinion only if one considers the next logical step, namely reeducation camps for the inverted, to be one as well. I, for one, intend to keep defending individual human rights till my last breath. Because I’ve got a sense of history and I remember what curable people like Turing did for this Sacred Country. And, unlike you, I don’t have the charisma of a damp rag. Now, I know it must have been hard for your sorry black hole to endure Colin’s willy’s repetitive tokens of affection. But get a grip, will you, girl !

As soon as you realize intelligence and finesse – which you both lack as well – can still make you desirable, my Brexit-Johnson will feel a lot better. Or would you rather the MI5 dig into our perverted sex lives ?! You’d better believe me when I tell you the Lord is watching you, Widdecombe. And I won’t tolerate any more trespasses, you hear ?! My magic stick will turn you into sand if I hear any more of your moos. My fa-rage shall know no boundaries ! It’s all a matter of timing, you see. And I am the clock master. For I and I alone stand for the achievement of our beloved Second Reich…

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That’s how the clown we’re used to would have handled the old cow’s fascistic tendencies. Instead, she chose to be a sissy…

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