We Just Weren't Shouting Loud Enough

With consummately satiric condescension, a couple of grown-ups have acted to defuse the effects of Her Majesty's Government's yapping and urine-spraying over Europe's collective security. Tin-Pot Tessie has made some not terribly subtle remarks about how nice it is to be secure and how nasty it might be if Britain were motivated to pick up its toys and go off in a sulk. The blustering blimp in charge of wog-bombing, Michael Fallon, has been blathering about our new-found freedom to establish a special relationship with the Trumpster, which our tainted intimacy with the filthy Euro-wogs had apparently prevented all through the recent glorious campaigns in Bosnia, Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya and so forth. The prime minister of Malta, which holds the rotating EU presidency, and the president of the European Council have magnanimously accepted that the whole thing was a misunderstanding, and Her Majesty's Government has helped its own case in the usual manner by proclaiming that it was merely pointing out the importance of security in case the Euro-wogs were too dim-witted to realise on their own.