"Where my bitch at?" is probably what's going through little George's pea-brain now that his man-toy, Tony Blair, is essentially forced to resign as Prime Minister, giving himself a year to leave office (we'd hoped it would be sooner).
Dear seven junior members of Blair's Labor Party (who resigned to protest his let's-go-kick-some Iraqi-ass bullshit):
You all have balls of steel, and it's about time somebody started pushing back. You rock so hard-core that you should get your own reality TV show. Now all we have to do her in the U.S is grow some of our own cojones. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Bush was ousted? Wouldn't it be great if his cabinet knocked some furniture around in the oval office, picked him up by the seat of his little knickers, yanked his underwear up to his pooper, and screamed "We're as mad as hell, and we're not going to take this anymore!!"
But seriously. If the next Prime Minister doesn't support the U.S. and its globally alienating policies, then we're pretty much screwed - cause nobody else likes the U.S right now, and nobody else wants to help us out—and can you honestly blame them. It's going to be very interesting indeed to see how events unfold here in the U.S. after Blair resigns. Something's gotta give, and we, like Great Britain, should not be afraid of our government; our government should be afraid of its people.
Alright, already. I'm stepping down from my soapbox. Ok?!
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