Listen up,
While my opinion as a citizen of a pirate former colony may not carry much weight, I’m shocked that I have to remind everyone that there was a choice between the guy with eleventeen kids(with almost as many baby mamas) and the guy who wanted to turn the UK into Orwell’s Airstrip One.
Boris Johnson might like to get on the sauce and look like he has won the Guinness Book of World Records for “how many days you can sleep in the same business suit”, but at least he can pull the birds.
Jeremy Corbin’s idea of a good time would be creating a list of those to be mulched and Soylent Green’d for exceeding the national wealth limit of 100 People’s Pounds.
I bet it will eventually come out that Boris was banging more birds and getting them pregnant during these garden pissups.
And that’s ok.
Because that‘s a far better alternative to Jeremy Corbin running Struggle Sessions, hanging up photos of Pol Pot, and discussing how a turnip based economy will only starve the wealthy(again, defined as anyone with a net worth in excess of 100 People’s Pounds).
Personally, I think criticism of Boris Johnson should largely be limited to his horrific standard of dress.
I’ve run into more than my fair share of Pommies over the year, and I’ve been consistently impressed by the male standard of dress, even just business casual attire.
Who is letting him dress himself?
