Tony Blair really is a piece of work.
To think I used to knock on doors in the pouring rain (well, light drizzle), to get this man into Downing Street.
It really makes me sick.
And I apologise.
I just didn't realise what a selfish money-fixated criminal I was helping to unleash upon the world.
May God forgive me for my stupidity.
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"To think I used to knock on doors in the pouring rain (well, light drizzle), to get this man into Downing Street."
I knew it. Despite all the Rothbardian, Miseianesque ramblings of the last few years you are in fact a Labour-loving-socialist-card-caryying-Trot.
Bloody Commy.
Well, I was a card-carrying Trot.
Well, actually more of a Stalinist. Trots were far too middle class and woolly.
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