These fantasists display their childishness at every stroke.
The dial has shifted so far to the right of centre over the past couple of decades in a world which feels like it needs to have gone the other way. Yet they bleat and whinge and strike fear into the cursed souls of those still credulous enough to believe the nonsense.
The tweedy shotgun mob they hope to inspire to storm Westminster will have to do so before a big lunch at the most definitely non-elite club on St James and Heath needs to write separately to their wives/housekeepers/nannies to inform them of arrangements to make sure they take the right kit.
Why not requisition the Isle of Wight and build a Meadesian 1950s fantasy world full of smoke-filled tap rooms full of spivs and dubious majors with weekly fly-pasts from WW2 fighters? Captain Tom’s family could run it.
These fantasists display their childishness at every stroke.
The dial has shifted so far to the right of centre over the past couple of decades in a world which feels like it needs to have gone the other way. Yet they bleat and whinge and strike fear into the cursed souls of those still credulous enough to believe the nonsense.
The tweedy shotgun mob they hope to inspire to storm Westminster will have to do so before a big lunch at the most definitely non-elite club on St James and Heath needs to write separately to their wives/housekeepers/nannies to inform them of arrangements to make sure they take the right kit.
Why not requisition the Isle of Wight and build a Meadesian 1950s fantasy world full of smoke-filled tap rooms full of spivs and dubious majors with weekly fly-pasts from WW2 fighters? Captain Tom’s family could run it.
A nation infantilised by its media.
The problem is their Sun-reading, GB News-watching, Q-Anon social media-guzzling foot soldiers.