I fondly imagined I’d never have to utter those words again, but he’s back.
Naturally he’s getting a sympathetic hearing from the Remainer Sunday Times. I can’t imagine why anyone would do that except for those who desparately miss the murderous grinning chimp Blair.
And while it’s terribly sad that his child died, it does not detract from his calamitous time in office, his fake squishy conservatism and the way he dropped the B-bomb on the country and then fucked off as if he’d broken a household ornament and needed to scarper before nanny caught up with him.
Just in case you were thinking of buying his ghastly apologia of a book, and further feathering the nest of this cockroach, please don’t. Please download a ripped-off copy to read on your phone/tablet/laptop/etchasketch.
I’ll post a link once the book’s out.
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“I’ll post a link once the book’s out.”
Please don’t bother yourself.