The keywords "Cameron" and "Ivan" glean no fewer than 950 hits on Google News.
I was going to write an editorial on it, but I just became so choked with disgust I couldn't be sure I wouldn't go over the top...
Here's what I came up with:
A country that, since the death of Princess Diana, has been prone to massive spasmodic public displays of goopy sentimentality, has this week embraced “Little Ivan”, the recently deceased disabled son of Tory leader David Cameron.
Britain has become a lugubrious swamp of moaning middle aged, teddy bear-clutching, reality TV-watching, chicken tikka masala-champing, WAGS, chavs and illiterate teenaged mothers, one hand brushing away a crocodile tear while shoving the other out for "compensation" for imaginary slights.
We deserved to lose the empire.
Meanwhile, "foetal anomalies" continues to top the charts for reasons given for a "termination" request. With Mr. Cameron's full backing. After all, it's not everyone who has the chops to love a useless eater like Little Ivan. It takes a saint...
Well done you!
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