This is ridiculous. I should be writing an essay about comparative hate speech jurisprudence. Instead, I am Michael Portillo, Downing Street Fighter. In a blaze of Tory glory I kicked the arses of Charles Kennedy and Robin Cook against backdrops of first the London Underground and then a pyre of dead cows. Unfortunately, Iain Duncan Smith just KO’d me in the streets of Belfast in front of an Orange Order march. How very embarrassing. I’ll beat you another day, bald boy.
[Thanks for the link, John. Here’s another one you might enjoy.]