Got Brass in Pocket?

The Pretender is back in town and this time he wants jets

Bless, poor Zelensky is doing a Westlife.

Yes, the little mite is flying without wings and we can’t have that, can we? Us being a nation of soft-touch angels.

Fusing the optimism of Tony Blackburn rocking up to an 80’s roadshow in Weston Supermare with a touch of ‘Oliver Twist’, the grabbin’ little bastard is back again to rid us of more of those precious pennies our country just doesn’t have (except for him).

Yes, Volodymyr continues to make a career out of jet setting around the world - grovelling for parts for his pretendy war - whilst naturally, popping in for award ceremonies, U2 concerts, Vogue photo shoots and the like.

If you wear combat trousers, people will believe that this is plausible. Apparently.

He is the Jack Russell you chucked a sausage to on the first day of your holiday who now won’t leave you abastardlone.

Yes, Mr Trackie Bottoms, there IS a problem with this. You royally take the fucking piss.

Old Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard is BARE, got it?

The geezer has more front than Blackpool, more balls than Wimbledon and pisses money away quicker than senior NHS managers on a budget bender.

Why is our government happy to tell everyone else (teachers, nurses, train drivers etc) to put their begging bowls away, yet this prize grifter gets what he wants when he wants it?

Why is this so-called war more urgent than other disasters such as the massive earthquake in Turkey and Syria? A disaster that can’t be solved by a bunch of suits putting their heads together and talking, because it is a REAL, actual event with no orchestration or benefit to anyone?

Why is the Ukraine/Russia conflict more important than the people struggling to eat and heat their homes in this country?

Let’s face it, we know why, don’t we?

Because it’s what the World Economic Forum want. Zelensky has been sent by Uncle Klaus as part of the greater agenda to whittle down any assets our country might have, as well as any confidence it has that it can ever recover.

How to get the British public on side?

Well, it’s a sales pitch that works on the basis of convincing you that a situation will get significantly worse if we don’t chip in, cough up. We are effectively handing over our dinner money to a smiley Gripper Stebson (without a tie).

But where is the basis for this argument?

Do we really believe that further arming Ukraine will alleviate tensions? That if we don’t, Big Bad Russia are gonna steam in and take over the world? Make a play for Finland? Press the dreaded button?

Fuck. Off.

The only buttons being pressed are YOURS.

The same ones they used with Convid that made Gullible Gareths and Anxious Annies believe that a worst case scenario was a certain reality and that chucking money at stuff and spreading fear were the only ways of avoiding it. I’m surprised that Neil Ferguson hasn’t made a clay model of a nuclear war and stuck Putin and Zelensky in the centre like ‘Morph’ and ‘Chas’.

Our politicians are letting us down again.

“Nothing is off the table” said Sunak.

Well it bloody well should be because it’s not his money on the table is it? Probably not even his table. How much of his and his wife’s billions has he personally stumped up?

Always fun to play Daddy Warbucks with someone else’s dosh, isn’t it? Or the national credit card.

Enough!

I’m all for supporting ordinary people in crisis, getting them the shelter, food and medical aid they need. But funding fighter jets?

No!

If Zelensky wants ‘wings’, then let’s club together and buy him a packet of Always Ultra. I believe they were made for fannies.

The ones that say “for your bleeding the country completely fucking dry days”, will do nicely, thank you.

Or we could take inspiration from Grange Hill.

That’s right.

And

Just. Say. No.