Stop Press Latest: Wancock Resigns

The word on the street (Downing) claims BoJo whispered to his personal ninja problem-solver CIT (Critical Incident Team) "Who will rid me of this troublesome Ill-Health Secretary?" And voila - Wancock sort of 'falls' on own sword and resigns – not quite the Saturday evening spectacular self-immolation act of ritual seppuku we'd all been hoping for – but at least the useless, procrastinating twat has gone.

Though pathetic displays of crocodile tears for the media cameras besides, doubtless the Ill-Health Ministry will be manned by some equally untrustworthy Tory cunt – and the fake Covid-1984 scamdemic propaganda continue to be pumped out by Food Bank Britain's egregious, subservient media - faster than shit through a goose.

But while this class act 'fucking hopeless' onanist Wancock might be gone, all is not done with yet - and personal apologies to the Crime Minister for wrong-doing simply ain't gonna cut it – for the minor office groping scandal gathers a 'conflict of interest' variety of moss as it rolls downhill at a geometric rate – with revelations of institutional graft and corruption surfacing - and the stench of nepotistic 'chumocracy' embroiling Wancock and Gina Coladangelo – and her acne-ridden younger brother, Roberto – (a former Paddy Power bookie's runner) who set up an 'arse of yer pants' outsourcing firm - Partnering Health Ltd -  based out of his back garden shed – and fortuitously, like a bolt from the blue, awarded a £28 million quid government-funded Covid-1984 virus-related contract - to run the non-emergency NHS 111phone lines for the South Central Ambulance Service NHS Trust.

Yep, Matt the Twat Wancock might have copped for a Chinese burn and had his arm twisted by the Whips and back-benchers until he did the right thing and resigned – yet here manifests our collective 'crisis of faith' in elected government - we are of one mind that it's a pity the rest of the Tory Nasty Party cabinet don't do the same – and take the bog standard Crime Minister, Bonkers Boris Nonsense, with them - and the opposition (sic) New / Old Labour war mongers party - and the utterly delusional, useless Lib-Dums - and the global warming (Brrrr!) climate change fixated Greenies - and any other fucker n their dog squatting in the House of Conmans - and the Upper House of Frauds dosspit chamber - and the computer modelling 'cry havoc' Covid alarmist SAGE shits. 

Okay, the common herd public are daft - believing we had elected a representative government of iron will - to oust that EUSSR Remainiac stooge, Treason Mayhem, and get Brexit finally done n dusted with - yet ended up with a bunch of clowns - and a circus without a tent.

Sarcastic humour besides, when it comes down to the establishment Them and little 'us' – the common herd sheeple (as we are collectively regarded by the elite) then the two rule factor applies – as so perfectly illustrated this past week by the bloviating Tory Nasty Party MP for manky Maldon, none other than the vacuous John Shittingdale, who inadvertently provided a stellar insight into the hypocrisy of this loopy lockdown when he publicly opined that, in his unqualified arrogance, quote: "people like me, who are important, shouldn’t have to follow the same Covid-19 quarantine rules as the rest of the population."

Hmmm, for the public record the inbred Shittingdale - (former Minister for Lap Dancing in Treason May's cabinet) – is the half-brother of arch shit weasel Charles Napier, former treasurer of the now-thankfully defunct (read 'gone underground') - kiddie fiddler-friendly Paedophile Information Exchange – an unwholesome perverted who was convicted of child sexual abuse offences in November 2014.