HOW THE SELF-RIGHTEOUS FALL FLAT;

FOURTH POST – JUNE 15, 2012 – HOW THE SELF-RIGHTEOUS POPINJAYS FALL FLAT ON THEIR BEAKS!!  A CASE IN POINT: DAVID CAMERON, PRIME MINISTER OF THE U.K.

David Cameron, P.M of the U.K., is appalled by the unbridled pedophilic lust exhibited by incest spawn, Sheikh Hamad Son of Jaber Son of Drum Son of Double Drum Husband of Madame Banana. The good Sheikh denies all such things, but don’t they all?

When British hot air is exhaled in a self-congratulatory puff of righteous indignation; condemning this dictator and that autocrat….. it is a truly exhilarating when the declarant is hauled before the press and the world to face humiliating arraignments arising from acts of pure chicanery.  And so, Mr. David Cameron, whose cherubic English features remind one of the naughty little boy who stole the teachers pocket compass and fob chain, and sold it to a gypsy woman for a stick of licorice.  Tsk, tsk, tsk.  And isn’t he the one who stentoriously called for “Assad to step down”.  Oh, really? 

Well!  Phew!!  Mr. Cameron is being accused quite credibly, may we say, of selling the office of prime minister to the Murdoch Estate.  What Blagoyevich tried to do in Illinois is similar to what Tweedle Cam has already done in England.  The only difference is that Blago is in the Big House while Tweedle Cam is still jutting his big toe through the gate.  Why, our favourite P.M., the pitilessly reviled, Gordon Brown, has already pointed his accusatory finger at the miserable little twit who responded with the formulaic: “He has cooked up an entirely specious and unjustified conspiracy theory”, the accused P.M. exploded.

Gordon Brown, like Peter Finch and Jeremy Irons, has that constipated look so common among men in the Northern Climes.  Hack! Hack! Hack!  Keep at him, Gordie.  We’re with you all the way. 

Well, we here at SyrPer are wondering how far the investigation will go.  I mean, he’s already changed his tone of voice when confronted with unexpected revelations about this leak and that. And there’s Our Mrs. Brooks, Rebekah that is, who has shared with Mr. Cameron so many loving, back-scratching, cheek-soothing, chest-rubbing little nothings and memorialized them in pungent electronic missives to be relished under the snout of every scandal-loving scoundrel.  

Did Mr. Cameron give special treatment to the Murdoch Empire in exchange for their journalistic support?  You bet your Bippy, he did. And now, with all the fanfare appropriate for such a political disaster, we say:

Good bye, Mr. Tweedle-Cam. See you in the Old Bailey.