Ah, poor ol' Britain, ye did it again. Somewhere in a wood-panelled Georgian back office in London, the bloviated, pasty-faced, middle-aged stuffed shirts are laughing, exchanging chauvinist jokes and toasting: "Gentlemen! To Evil!"
The draw of the British Conservative Party never ceases to amaze me. It is such an unabashedly evil political party, packed with people of such obvious turpitude, that its electoral success can only be accounted for by the deficient moral character of some 40% of British voters.