Behold, and let us pray…
Our Overlord Dacre, who art in Kensington
Shallow be thy name
Thy fascist kingdom come
Thy will be done
In the suburbs as it is in crocheted doily heaven
Give us this day, our Daily Hate
And forgive us our tolerance
As we snarl and disdain anyone who shows tolerance to anyone else
And lead us not into the company of darkies
But delivery us from negros
For thine is the Kingdom of Hate, the Littlejohn and the Phillips, forever and ever, Amen
You may now return to your folds and carry on spitting venom at all and sundry. In the name of our Overlord Dacre. The Unholy trinity hath spoken; the Rothmere, the Dacre and Littlejohn’s Ghost Writer (whilst he doth recline on a sunlounger in the hallowed climbs of Florida, USA.)
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