Buttsecks for Beginners.

Like most of us here I demand at least dinner and a movie before I get something hard crammed up my ass.

However, it seems that most of the politicians in the U.K. — past, present, and future — are only to glad to spread ’em for Rupert’s giant ravening kangareamer — no questions asked. This has shocked the New York Review of Books. No but srsly, stop laughing. The word ‘mephitic’ has been invoked to describe Murdoch’s back door access. Question is — who’s the top? Murdoch? Blair? Cameron? Thatcher? Katy Price?

It seems that prime minister Tony Blair, bumsniffer extraordinaire, actually informed Rupert Murdoch of his intentions before telling HRH. (I know your eyes are glazing: I feel it through the keyboard but allow me to explicate.) The queen invites the winner of a general election, or the leader of whatever coalition has been cobbled together after same, to form a government. He is prime minister, technically, at her pleasure. This is not only a serious breach of etiquette but is a constitutional stunner. It would be as if some jumped-up fairy on some trash TV show dared criticize the secretary of state for her fashion sense or personal appearance. Obviously such a thing could never happen. It would be unthinkable.

I rest my cankles.