Bare-Faced Britishness

Lest any should still have the effrontery to claim that democracy is declining in the native land of the hypocrite, a family of palace-dwelling, benefits-claiming immigrants has stood up to the plate with a straight bat and shot that particular fox right into the back of the net. In case the moral lesson behind the Supreme Leader's eye-opening visit to Durham was still blurred for some, our more titular head of church and state has toddled along to a mask-free rah-rah. Ever eager to give a good example, Her Madge did not deign to show her face among the plebeians reduced to poverty by her goverment's gleeful callousness; let alone to manifest her august presence among the carers and hospital staff overworked and under-compensated thanks to her government's corrupt incompetence. Just to lubricate the lesson with one more gratuitous glob of Britishness, Her Madge's little excursion was to Porton Down, where one of her grandchildren pinned a couple of gongs on people for pointing at Russia when some nerve gas was discovered near a British germ warfare laboratory.