The Horrid Boris

Let us make no mistake on what is clearly visible. Johnson is a blatant promoter of war for cash. Let him sue to deny it if he wishes.

The million or so mothers who have lost sons of the region on both sides in the tragic Ukrainian farce engineered by Mr Johnson’s sabotage of the 2022 Instanbul settlement should be asked what to do with him. It is all about mates, and being looked after by mates, and Mr Johnsons’s mates are not, I think, the British or Ukrainian citizenry, but they do number certain high level interests in the arms industry for whom the death of any soldiery or indeed civilians is simply colatteral damage under a commercial imperative. I would very much like to see one daydream materialise: the undertaking of a forensic examination of Mr J’s finances over the last 5 years to be completed under pain of perjury, but then….we can all dream.

And now, in foul harmony with his mates, the fellow is recommending more defence spending. Tiens! as my French friends would put it. We are threatened it seems by a Spaghetti Putinesca of dark dire indications that somehow, despite all evidence being otherwise, “Europe is next.”

Well, if by “Europe” it means simply that we can see the likes of the fly-blown arrogance of the EU crime-wave of that revolting woman being put to the sword would that indeed be such a loss? Perhaps to our detriment I think that as unlikely as any other threat of Russky jackboots! The nobility of the original country-names of our continent is what we should now use exclusively. Let the parasites who have brought the name of Europe into such shame and their directing ancient evil lie drying in the fierce rays of universal light and contempt, and let us strip them of the money they have spent centuries milking from people who actually are, unlike them, frail but human.

Time to stop being civil with such people.