Dr Cameron MD

I don’t give a flying fuck about David Cameron flaunting the rules of the road on a bicycle. The thing with Cameron is; he started off OK, but got pulled in all kinds of directions by the interests surrounding him, and when elected he’ll swing further to the right and will tolerate/exploit stuff he knows to be wrong. He’ll excuse it by deferring to ‘people being concerned about N‘ and he’ll ride them like a donkey rather than tell anybody they’re wrong, like a grown-up, with a grown-up face. See Broken Britain. In The Sun. As PM he”ll paint his bike black, get mudguards , and go out hunting peasants with his fox-gun. Probably.

If I were David Cameron post-bike scoop I’d market myself as a maverick prepared to bend the rules to get the job done. Dr House MD, on a bicycle. Minus the Vicodin. With legs that work. David Cameron with a Vicodin habit would break Broken Britain’s broken back. The Vicodin straw. The kids look up to Cameron - the street youth. Hipsters, fidget godivas, and Vicodin, all being David Cameron’s fault. Prompting apocalyptic headlines in The Daily Mail, Armageddon in The Sun, and wanky, serious discussion, with mostly idiots, in The Broadsheets. Fuck them! What does David Cameron want with them anyway? Dr House MD wouldn’t give a fuck. Oh, and The Mirror are a bunch of twats too. Just to be even handed and all. The newspapers are crap by-and-large because a great deal of the people that read them are idiots.