The Smiths once sang about panic on the streets of London … and now for something completely normal.
London cops with billy clubs are about as effective as London cops with whistles and tiny notebooks and tinier pencils. Have you heard of mace, pepper spray, kung fu, molotov cocktails … wait a minute, sounds like I’m on the side of the protesters.
Can Britain be taken over so easily by anyone who wants to float on a boat or a raft and see the shine of the cliffs of Dover? A raccoon with a flick-knife and a bad attitude could cause havoc by insulting the right football team and sit back to watch the double deckers get flipped.
What the hell, world? Those in the colonial parts of the empire could’ve taken down Britain long ago, instead of waiting for another Ghandi? How long will that take?
Did the Beatles sing about Rocky Raccoon because they were trying to sooth the savage beast? Is it really that easy to … well, I’m repeating myself.
London Bobbies, instead of falling down, come to America. You’ll get lots of guns and the entire court system (all the way up to the Supreme) will be on your side if you “accidently” happen to kill someone whose skin is not the colour of cricket.
What ho, Jeeves – lock and load, semper fi!
