Yes, I feel like I’ve been banging away on the United Kingdom forever and day now.
I almost wish the fledgling fascists of Labour would give me a bit of a break, and then, just when I think I’m going to get one – BOOM.
They do something so appallingly awful, something so anti-British that I have to mock and expose them yet again for the disgusting quislings they are.
Ebola* had already been on a tear yesterday, sending me the latest extortion note from the British government to arrive at his cottage hideaway in the Cotswolds. He’s already paid off the £200 TV license fee demand that had hit his mailbox. The roaming squads of TV license enforcement police had noticed the landlord’s ancient and broken Direct TV satellite dish leaning off his roof. They determined the lad must be pulling expensive airwaves out of the ether he hadn’t paid the government for the…
