A Reminder

That our lords and masters really think their turd smells of warm cinnamon rolls with gold nuggets in it:

“Open these gates, I’m telling you – I’m telling you, I’m the chief whip and I’m coming through these gates. Best you learn your f***ing place. You don’t run this f***ing government. You’re f***ing plebs.”

Don't for a minute think the last lot were any more dyed in the wool - they just wore a different rosette.