David Davis

The Chimpanzee Type-Writers, all 200 of them – or however many when I last looked into the Nissen-Hut and counted – are trying to type more, the pain notwithstanding.The few poor individuals that fell over stone-dead at their Type Writers during the last few months, have been carted outside and been given Christian Burial in the funny little flower-bed at the side of the Front Yard. “A Chimpanzee of the LA Blog Team, Known unto God.”

“SOME SAY” that it keeps their arthritically-frozen fingers working, even against the nastinesses of GramscoStaliNazi-driven-old-white-male-pensioner-recycling-and-state-invoiced-incineration slightly at bay, for a little longer. They’d rather die while sitting up and typing at their posts, and be buried in the garden, than be carted off into “state care for the elderly”.

Boris (you all know what that is) praises paintballing. I can’t think why nobody has said what he has said before. I would like by notice of this post to ask Dr Sean Gabb where Boris now stands on the “Candidlist”, which did (I do admit) make the bugger look a little threadbare, ideologically, a number of years ago. But you and I and others know in our hearts that we are actually looking for a new libertarian-minimal-statist-conservative Prime Minister, insofar as it is needful for now to accept that there has to be a “British State” for a bit. The Camera-oid has failed to cut the cake, and when he tries to rub shoulders with plebs, gets into trouble and falls down the Greasy Pole That Reaches To The Sky. So we need to have him fired and then to get someone else.