Paul Weston’s fisking of the Greater Manchester
Thugs Police is dictionary-perfect.
What precisely is the point of the useless royal eunuchs who pretend to preside over a country and yet permit lawlessness not only to exist but to prevail? This on-going mess has turned me into an anti-monarchist. There’s not enough pomp and circumstance to cover this Greek tragedy in what has become a third-world, unsafe, and bitter green isle.
Paul is more eloquent than I in describing the high crimes and misdemeanors of the police enforcers:
May God have mercy on them all.