Ahh dear, dear Tony ...
He of the grand eloquent smile and fawning duplicity. Never was a politician so born to the cloth of office.
He's the original ptfe man. Throw him into a barrel of manure and up he gets smelling of lavender. In such ways, we English are able to show the world how great is our majesty and deep our understanding of how to screw the system. All the while smiling, smiling, smiling like a chimp with a rictus grin.
Single-handed he brought socialism down to the level of tory dogma. Forged a 'New Labour' party that stole the flagship tory policies and flew his new colours like a WW2 'Q' ship under a flag of convenience.
Under his benevolent governance, immigration soared by 33%, pushing social acceptance of foreigners to breaking point, loading the social services with a burden they struggle with today. Not to mention cutting adrift the majority of teenagers from lives of paid work.
My mate Tony wed well. His grasping fish-faced wife, Cherie, is a good match for him. She's a top silk, a Recorder, and was roundly chastised for giving another chance last week to a known dealer in cocaine, caught in possession with a kilo of nose candy. She was publicly rebuked for this faux pas by the Chief Justice, rather like the opposite of being mentioned in dispatches in the army. A very rare priviledge.
So, on a scale of 1-10, giving BJs to despots like MG, and his psycho family and Presidents, is some way down the list when guilty of dragging my beloved nation into an interminable war, and gulling us with tales of WMDs as well as ruining the wefare state.
Ahh to be in politics, now recession is upon us. It's a profound advantage to be born to rule as one has absolutely no sense of shame or, for that matter, smell. :fart:
I remain Sir,
Your Obedient Servant,
