WHEN I hear that our armed forces are not fully geared up and ready to invade Norway tomorrow, I weep. For we have lost the very essence of our country.
For what is Britain? What is our country, if not poised and ready to use overwhelming force to smash any nation that offends us, like a hammer smashing a walnut?
I mean no offence to Norway. It could be anyone: France, Serbia, Liberia, Ecuador, Fiji. We’ve been at war with all of them in our time and we f**ked them up freestyle.
What’s happened to us? We let ourselves get soft. We stopped ploughing every spare penny into our military, our only wars mere indulgences like Iraq or a recreational bombing of Libya.
F**k everything else. Close the schools. Triple taxes. Only when there are more tanks than cars, when every adult male has a military rank and when we are so ready for war we’ll start one on a misunderstanding can we truly be the Britain that the world once feared.
I fancy invading Morocco this time. Who’s up for it?