from a spiritual point of view the only word for Cameron and his ilk is degenerate filth.

the fact that he is Prime Minister and yet has never given the slightest evidence that he is capable of thought, should be enough to convince everyone that the political process is terminally flawed. in real terms the job of prime minister is to play the front man, to smile, to accept the adulation of the zombified charisma-worshipping TV addicts that constitute the majority of the nation’s electoral college. they must, like ham actors, deliver speeches written by others, with cues for hand gestures and tone of voice. no Stanislawski there then!

like the drugged-up vocalist in a third-rate rock band. or a poncy and pretentious label on a cheap and nasty bottle of wine. no year, no specific grape. just all the worst shit that is too ghastly to drink on its own, so they mix it all together and add a bit of pig’s urine to give it a distinctive gustatopry signature then market it as Shatto de Shite.

Eton? he learned to be a fag, and he still is a fag, though a fag of zionists rather than Etonian sixth-formers.

enough of him – i need a bucket to be sick in.