Yesterday evening before Vespers, aka Evening Prayer (1928 BCP, thank you very much) was tranquil. Flags flew, dog slept with vigilance, pumpkins waited for their turn at the range and all was well. Quite unlike, when you think on it, the furor at Broadcasting House where the once venerable and now despised and scorned BBC is busy spewing lies. Hey, sic transit, let's see Senor take that gang of rich leftist, cough, journalists down.
Imagine having to pay, if you live in the UK, for a, please don't throw up in your mouth, news service which really hates you, a lot. But what am I saying? We were paying for it too, remember USAID?
That Pink/Red Dem cash cow's gone now, thank God. Maybe this latest episode of egregious tax payer funded malfeasance will bring down the once vaunted BBC, and in doing so play a part in freeing the beleaguered people of the Sceptered Isle.
Yes please, I'm at peace with that.
Your Pal,
LSP
