Satire’s the Thing to Catch the Conscience of the Queen
By Timothy Spearman
To be politically erect it’s vital that one never get caught with one’s pants up, but simply let fly with whatever comes to mind if you don’t mind. I have a good mind to give them a piece of my mind, but it’s too valuable to give away. I’m not giving out samples for heaven’s sake.
In the current political climate, people like to flow with the current of current affairs and keep their own affairs in the closet. But with all the paedophile scandals emerging in White Hall and the White House, it’s clear that a whitewash just won’t wash with all those white folks in office, which is mighty white of them. Why all these white houses and halls? Well, it’s apparently in commemoration of Sirius the Dog Star, which all the Satanists in political office hail to because apparently that’s where the hail from, ever since the Fallen Angels fell from there and fell for the earth ladies they bred with to create the race of giants known as the Nephilim.
Wow that was a mouthful. Monica eat your… out!
As for the Queen and the Queen Mother, well they’re apparently shape-shifting reptoids from the Lower Fourth Dimension. Well, I would have guessed that, wouldn’t you? I mean who else would be interested in hierarchical sports like polo, equestrian riding, cricket and croquet except lizard-like aliens from other dimensional vistas beyond our space and time?
To be absolutely erect about this political erectness, one should stand tall and proud and let it all hang out like those proud Torontonians of the Great White North who erected one in the middle of their fair city. They even had the audacity to call it the CN Tower, which apparently stands for the Canadian National Tower. Shameless Canucks! Disgusting I know, but that’s political erectness for you!