We are living through strange and dangerous political times. Perhaps we’ll all wake up and realise it was a shared dream. A meshing scenario, written by comedians and produced by an as yet unproven production company founded by a Bristol Art School drop out.
How else can you explain an American president who lost the popular vote, whose name in British vernacular means, fart, and an unelected British prime minister whose name in American vernacular means, penis?
A member of Parliament indeed.
I have a few tips costume wise for the Johnson character. If he’s going to go full 1933, Riechstag burning, for the people, shutting down Parliament and all that, he should consider smartening himself up for the role. The neater haircut isn’t really telling the full story. He should maybe start rocking some jodhpurs, a long leather coat perhaps, and it’s been sometime since the toothbrush moustache hit the streets style wise.
I think the time is here Heir Johnson, you knob.
fat tart 