Let them eat ordinary cream and jam scones from recycled cardboard boxes

Charles Windsor is heir to Louis Mountbatten’s failed 1970s Operation Gladio ideas. Mountbatten’s, son-that-he-never-had, nephew is Charles Windsor.

Groomed by Mountbatten in extremist, wishy-washy, head-in-the-clouds, fantasies of yah, yah, Hurray Henry’s at the helm. “Oh, which button shall one press today ? Shall it be the BBC or prefer one the Big Red Button ?”

Dictatorships run by ageing hippy Kings, on Cornish cream, jam and scones served on silver platters, aren’t going to be in vogue any time soon. A military coup d’etat, with Charlie Windsor’s head-sticking-out-of the lead tank, as his band of merry men surround the House of Commons and insist that they have overthrown democracy in Great Britain and Northern Ireland ?

Far queue, Charlie Windsor.

I won’t be scared off by coke heads at GCHQ because …

… I observe, i.e. don’t break, the laws of England and Wales that I live in. I’ve always done the same in all the countries that I’ve lived in and those that I’ve visited.

Just because GCHQ would like to create a corrupted Alice-in-Wonderland Britain where its directors, so high on crack cocaine, could just rip off their clothes and publicly run around naked, urinate on old ladies waiting at bus stops, eat the faces off of cowering pit bull terriers, while telling the rest of us, the other 64,399,994 in Britain, to “Fuck off” does not mean that GCHQ is acting within the drugs laws of England and Wales.

GCHQ, should be chasing these cocaine traffickers not guys like me. I don’t smoke and I barely ever drink and I’ve never taken any, nor had any involvement in, drugs, like ever. How about you lot ?