I've been having a bit of fun on my twitter account with the concept of 'Clown Country'. Clown Country is the United Kingdom. Great Britain. The Union is a great big circus bell-end tent and intermittently our Prime Minister who most of us didn't vote for enters the Bull Ring in his clown car with enormous shoes and revolving bow tie, sartorially dressed in a patchwork jacket with trousers that keep falling down.
I've known that this man is a clown for a long time. Before he was Foreign Secretary.
Maybe that's why he left Dominic Raab in position, so it deflects from what a ridiculous job he did in post. The States got rid of the Ring Master in Donald Trump and now his old Etonian Lapdog poodle has to go straw boater in hand and ask Oirish Joe Biden for an extension to the 31st August Deadline to get out of Afghanistan. Uncle Joe told him where to go.
Are the Taliban going to keep the promises they made in the graveyard of empires? Did Boris Johnson & his Brexit Army keep the promises they made on the side of the bus? Can you believe anything that a politician tells you? They only tell you what you want to hear.
The people who have been let down are the families of the servicemen and women who have died in Afghanistan and the Afghan people who were pawns in this game.
There is a lot of self hate out there in clown country. The clowns in their cars complaining about Extinction Rebellion, waiting for their McDonalds milkshakes that never come.
The final scene from Disney's Dumbo personifies the burning building that is the United Kingdom. The Monarchy & the British Upper Class will always be fine.
If a clown says that they are on your side, don't believe them.
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