Now we hear talk of how I do what I do and say what I say because MPs fold their hands and sit around and let me say and do it; the reality is rather the question of what I have between me and them exactly – some friendship, some enmity, some friendship that has gone sour? It is an old story of course of how many more of those pile-ons I am meant to put up with; the weed smoking idiots that must make me commit sin because the sight of me is abhorrent to them having their will enforced by pe...


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