is a cunt.
Yet again the Princess Tony has fallen in the sewer and come up smelling like Julian Clary. Trump, in one of his more demented moments, has decided that warmonger Blair, who led the UK to war on a false prospectus in 2003, thanks to his pissed as a fart lacky, Alistair Campbell, is the ideal man (“man”?) to bring peace to the Middle East. As Jules Styne put it:
Curtain up
Light the lights
You got nothin’ to hit but the heights
You’ll be swell, you’ll be great
I can tell, just you wait
That lucky star I talk about is due
Honey, everything’s comin’ up roses
For me and for you
This idea seems as deluded as one of Joe Biden’s at the height of his senility.
As for Blair, the daft old cunt who looks like a quare retired ladies dress designer, he will be licking his lips to think how much more money he will manage to blag, and the “contacts” he will make. But for what? – he looks like a decomposing corpse. Some of the papers this morning sees the old motherfucker grinning at his own inanity, but the BBC like the stateswoman look. The embalming fluid can’t disguise how poofy and raddled the old areslicker looks. His cadaver is rotting quicker than Pat McFadden’s.
What both Trump and Netanayhu forget is that though they might approve of old nancy boy, he will go down like a ton of shit in Gaza, Blair, money, power and (self) “importance”. What could possibly go wrong?. He will probably find a job for Mandy, when in truth both should retire to the Old Poofs Home in Mincing Lane.
Blair, the un flushable turd.
