Small Johnson Meets Big Choppers

There is no pleasing some people. Environmental campaigners are notoriously immune to the wonders of sustainable uranium and blanched radioactive pachyderms, and there may even be a few who object to being thrown into jail for slandering North Sea oil. In the same dreary spirit of pessimistic un-Britishness, certain groups have expressed concern about the future of the Central African rainforest, despite the National Johnson's having signed a deal with a government fully as honest as his own and very nearly as efficient. Half a dozen successive ministers in the Democratic Republic of the Congo have illegally abetted logging companies in breaching a twenty-year moratorium; and while the government proposes to resolve the situation in sensible and moderate fashion by lifting the moratorium altogether, the environmental fanatics are demanding, of all things, that the law be enforced. So concerned was the National Johnson at the idea of penalising government officials just because they happen to be criminals that he sent his fellow race-baiter Lord Goldsmith to sort things out among the natives. Goldsmith expressed his determination that some people keep their promises; which will doubtless command due respect among those lesser breeds who are unaware of his government's record on international law, foreign aid, domestic taxation and other minor issues.