Fear can do funny things to a politician.

Fear can do funny things to a politician.

Especially a politician who mistakenly believes themself to be the true leader of the political party in power.

It can make them shoot from the hip with the kind of inaccuracy that would make Annie Oakley turn in her grave like a spit-roast hog.

It can encourage them to throw common sense out the window, whether it’s open or not, and ignore having the broken glass slice their reputation to tatters as they land, bleeding, in a heap on the pavement outside.

It can persuade them to believe that, just because they’re the top dog, they can behave like they’re the horse’s arse, without suffering any of the accompanying bowel movements.

It can affect their speech in ways that would make the average person in the street wonder what the hell these effing toffee-nosed grown-ups are talking about.

It can make a sizeable population of the British Isles wonder what the fuck they’ve got themselves in into…because it sure as dammit wasn’t anything to do with voting for a minority to govern a majority.

It can make the incumbent political party defecate their pin-stripes when they realise that ANYBODY with half a brain is better than the brain-dead idiot they’ve just voted into power.

It can make them so scared for their own future that they refuse to believe that what little future in power they have left will shortly disappear down the toilet bowl like the contents of a well-flushed shit.

It can give them the bare-faced cheek to appear in front of the world’s media and spout badly-crafted lies as if they were the unassailable truth.

But more importantly…

Before the next scheduled election…

It can encourage the country’s poor and powerless to kick those presently in power up the arse, so they land someplace where the sun doesn’t have the balls to shine.

Ever again.

I’ll get off my soapbox now…