What ho, Britons!
Well, well, well. So Mr Cameron has a bit of spine after all. It's bally magnificent to see our Prime Minister standing up to this rotter Ghadaffi. We should have nailed the blighter after Lockerbie, but better late than never. The British Empire was built on gunboat diplomacy, so we should have no qualms about despatching a few Tornados to spank Mr Ghadaffi's farty bottom. He's been a very naughty boy indeed.
Equally pleasing is the manner in which the British and French are palling up to take the lead on this. It's the old Suez dynamic duo back in action. At Suez, of course, the British cravenly backed down under American pressure. Thereafter, we have scarcely been able to take a trip to the potty without Uncle Sam there to hold our hand. The French, in contrast, drew the opposite lesson from Suez and have been consistently bloody-minded in upholding their proud independent stance in the world ever since. If this Cameron-Sarkozy operation signals that we are about to take a leaf out of the Frogs' book, then I heartily approve.
However, I fervently hope that we don't stop at Libya. It's all well and good smacking a few Bedouin tribesmen around, but Britannia should have higher goals, namely to chuck Mugabe and Zuma out of southern Africa and restore Rhodesia, Cape Colony and Natal as sovereign British colonies. If freedom from barbarism is good enough for Libyans, then it is jolly well good enough for the Anglo-Saxons of Africa too.
P.S. I thought you might enjoy the Sun's front-page. It really is a marvellous organ for instilling a bit of patriotic pride in the lower orders; furthermore, I really do believe that the splendid knockers on Page 3 help to keep our young men from the dark path of homosexuality.