Well, of All the Cheek

Mere weeks from VE Day 2.0, the democracy-devouring dictator of the Brusso-Strasbourgian Nazi-Soviet monolith has had the gall to blame Her Majesty's Government for buccaneering its way to the sunlit uplands. In fact, not only have Britain's orders to the Euro-wogs over the past three years been a model of clarificatory straight-talkingness, but Her Majesty's Government has informed the Euro-wogs in considerable detail of their own depraved moral status should they contemplate the least disobedience. One of the present Secretaries of State for Jingo and Rah-Rah emphasised in a recent speech that the Euro-wogs must resolve the Irish border or else, yet so far it seems little progress has been made. Meanwhile, at the heart of the Recrudescent Imperium itself, parliamentarians have very unfairly failed to pass the deal which Her Majesty's Government has pluckily failed to place before them, while subversives and surrender monkeys persist in voting against British values; and this despite the Imperial Haystack's recent clarification of the great British democratic principle that the way to avoid death threats is to do as you're told.