Rings of Power

In the unlikely event of His Majesty's Government attempting to limit the sacred self-defence capability of the Netanyahoo, there would be consequences for the Special Relationship with the World Cop by the grace of God. According to the Trumpster's last national security adviser, who doubtless knows a thing or two about crawling through difficult passages in the White House, it's bad enough that no bounty has yet been placed upon the staff of the International Criminal Court; while a ban on arms sales to the Righteous State could cause a serious rift. This of course makes Team Starmer's new understanding with Germany, with its emphasis on espionage and wog-bombing, appear more foresighted than ever; especially given the Trumpster's relaxed attitude to expendable satraps being eaten by the Russian bear or flooded by the Heathen Chinee and their insidious weather balloons. It is arguable that British sycophancy has yielded diminishing returns since the Blessed Tony played poodle to the Bush chimpanzee; and although several dozen British prime ministers were in office during the Trumpster's presidency, it is believed that their access to American sphincterdom was limited to the lower regions of the tangerine dangler, rather than to the hallowed orifice from which the ruling head-tribble defecates its radioactive rhetoric into the Trumpster cranium.