I think a good friend of the show might stop in to give his two cents on what happened.

Is it Christmas already?

Santa Lennon?

Dear reader, for once I bring you good news,

as last week the chattering classes of this once great nation lost an election,

making this nation once again great.

Jeremy Corbyn, darling of Liberal Islington Castroite sympathizers, lost to Boris Johnson,

a man of principle who will get Brexit done and a man who, in all seriousness, I would

let fuck my wife, assuming he hasn't already.

But I'm afraid it isn't all good news.

In this election, censors prevailed, and finally we have a prime minister who can stop the

SJWs and carry out the will of the people with Brexit.

I should be overjoyed, but no, I am as miserable as ever.

Some would say this is because my politics are driven by a churlish, pedantic opposition

to people having better lives, but they are mistaken.

The reason I'm miserable is because even though we won and got what we wanted, the

loony left won't shut up and accept that we won and that therefore it must have been what they

wanted as well. Even though they lost this election because of their out-of-touch

obsessions with the EU and not being racist,

they refuse to listen to the working class, and by working class I refer to the classical

definition, which is white people holding a whip it in a flat cap.

The Corbynista trade union Eurocrats keep taking to their Twitter accounts to bully Boris

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