The War on Drugs, initiated by the great social reformer, Mrs Nancy Reagan, is as vital to our dictatorship as is the War on Terror; that neither can be "won" is the point, that's what's so good about them, a state of permanent war against vague, ill-defined enemies who would all bugger our children, rape our nuns and destroy all our values. That's enough, isn't it.
Be glad that Mother Schmidt of Redditch takes time from baking snotbuns for the PM to recognise these enemies on our behalf and deal with them. They are everywhere you know, under the bed, in the workplace, in the colleges. The drugdealers in the playground, they'll be the ones behind the freaky, spasming, one-eyed, snot-gobbling Jock with the Domestos smile, unaccountably having his picture taken, again, with young children. Only not the dead ones in Iraq, ungrateful little bastards.
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Dear Mr Anonymous at 1.26.
The War on Drugs, initiated by the great social reformer, Mrs Nancy Reagan, is as vital to our dictatorship as is the War on Terror; that neither can be "won" is the point, that's what's so good about them, a state of permanent war against vague, ill-defined enemies who would all bugger our children, rape our nuns and destroy all our values. That's enough, isn't it.
Be glad that Mother Schmidt of Redditch takes time from baking snotbuns for the PM to recognise these enemies on our behalf and deal with them. They are everywhere you know, under the bed, in the workplace, in the colleges. The drugdealers in the playground, they'll be the ones behind the freaky, spasming, one-eyed, snot-gobbling Jock with the Domestos smile, unaccountably having his picture taken, again, with young children. Only not the dead ones in Iraq, ungrateful little bastards.