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'Apparently he has 35% support from American voters,' said a veteran pollster, 'that seems 36% too high.'


With every move the President makes, from starting a war the US can't win to taxing consumers to hurt other countries - both resulting in higher prices, lost jobs and stretched incredulity - the approval rates drops, but by a miniscule amount.


'We're paying nearly $7 a gallon,' shouts a distraught voter, 'that's almost three quarters what Brits pay without war.  How can we survive?' he added.  'Our defence export industry is being destroyed by the lack of faith by Europe,' cried a defence broker, before pointing out we had spelled 'defense' incorrectly twice.  Apparently it should be spelled 'war'.


'If this continues Trump will be more unpopular than Starmer,' shouted a Reform leader hiding from the UK press.  'Hopefully', he added, crossing his fingers.




Words I make up, well, you know I'm that M P

I'm the kind of man who makes up lies to you

When I walk out, yeah, you know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who walks all over you

If I get power, well, you know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who makes life bad for you

Forget all health care, yeah, you know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna privatise the health care meant for you


Well I did take five million pounds

And I would take five million more

Just to be the man who brought the Nat-ional

Health down to the floor 


When I'm workin', yes, you know it's not to be

It's not to be that I am workin' hard for you

It's those with money who decider the work I do

And I'll keep each 'n every penny meant for you

When I buy homes (When I buy homes), oh, you know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who takes your home from you

And if you grow old, well, you know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who takes all benefits from you


So I did take five million pounds

And I would take five million more

Just to be the man who told a thousand

Lies and start a Ci-vil War


Na-na na na (Na-na na na)

Na-na na na (Na-na na na)

Na-na dumb iddy dumb iddy dumb iddy-ots you are!



As part of a cost cutting measure, the iconic flight team will be carefully constructed from paper and the occasional rubber band. They will represent the UK internationally by being mailed in a large envelope. Diplomatic missions now involve carefully unfolding them on arrival and apologising for any creases.


The pilots will still need to maintain ultra tight formation—while being blown sideways by a toddler’s sneeze. Holding exact airspeeds will be difficult when your only engine is gravity. Expect to see moments when Red 1 calls “steady at 40 knots”, and the squadron collectively drifts downward like disappointed confetti or a dying moth. They will still appear at major UK airshows—mostly indoors, because rain is fatal.


They will execute synchronised aerobatics provided no one’s fold is slightly wonky. They will endure high G forces or at least the G force equivalent of being flicked. A spokesman confirmed, “Spectators will cheer as nine paper darts glide past in a majestic, slightly wobbly diagonal. Coloured smoke is now just felt tip pen stripes - Red, White and Blue - drawn on the wings. Very patriotic. Very washable. Meet the public afterwards . . . usually by being picked up and re-thrown by children.”



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