Sits Tony Blair pondering the state of The State. Newspapers calling for his resignation are strewn across the desk in front of him...
A well dressed gentleman walks in. He is a slim man who, visually, has all the charm of a hungry Buzzard. He speaks and reveals his tone of voice to be exactly how you would expect a hungry Buzzard to sound if it were able to convey its thoughts.
"Prime minister. There is a major swing in support for the opposition. There are letters calling for your resignation being circulated by backbenchers. Your public support is dwindling as is your parties support. Strong action must be taken." Says The Man.
Tony Blair looks directly into the mans eyes. "There will be no resignation." He says, coldly.
"The powers that be demand it. You are aware of how much power they have." Says The Man. He gently clears his throat as if to indicate an association and continues speaking. "Perhaps you need reminding of their reach."
"I am fully aware of their reach." The Prime Minister says. "I remember Dallas... But still... There will be... NO RESIGNATION!" He shouts and slams his fist into the desk. "Now leave me."
"But..." The Man begins.
Tony Blairs eyes glow bright red, he raises his hand and slams it into the desk. The desk explodes in a shower of splinters. "LEAVE ME!" He growls. His voice is rough and inhuman sounding.
The Man turns to leave the room.
"And..." Continues Tony Blair, his voice calm and reasonable. "Have another desk sent up."
2 comments:
Or should it be "Have another desk sent up, Gordon"...?
Someone should tell Blerry Blair that it's TTFO...
Mind you, that would be admitting defeat and how many politicians do that? Fuck knows, we've got an ex-Deputy President who has just been cleared of a rape charge (but still has corruption charges to face soon) and who has stated that he's not averse to running for the Presidency if his supporters want it. Just goes to show what sort of morals his supporters have too...
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