Terry -- Maggie bin Thatch privatised British Telecom back in the eighties along with the other great socialist icons of Blighty such as British Water (now owned by a Frenchman named Jaques Fatti-Catti who lives just outside Runcorn) and British Rail (singular...and shrinking fast).

Since privatisation, as could only be expected, these once proud utilities bought by the hard working peasants, have floundered, produced third-rate goods (and in the case of British Rail brought about some spectacularly bloody accidents) and have downsized due to colossal mismanagement with the loss of thousands of jobs (none of them being the managers who buggered the companies in the first instant) whilst maintaining the outrageous million plus monthly salaries of the bastards who now own them. (Those bastards being, on the whole, the friends and relations of, or even the actual, plastic-bag wearing, Tory sex-Gods who sold off what didn't belong to them in the first place.)

Since that time Uncle No-seriously-I-am-a-socialist Tony has continued to sell our National properties (with no financial refunds to the original owners I should add) to his peers and colleagues under the disguise of NEW Labour/OLD Tory. However, his largest ambition has yet to be realised: Several million square miles of prime estate beach property (slightly soiled) in downtown Iraq, the purchase of which is under negotiation from George Fuck-me-I-need-to-nuke-someone-to-beat-my-Dad-in-the-history-stakes Bush.

Although Britain's first fully corporate P.M. has stated that, in the face of huge opposition, he will be discussing this objective with Britain's shareholders, it seems the merger with the American War Machine has already been undertaken without the country's prior consent. In fact, judging by tonight's news declaring that memorial services were taking place for 9/11/01 (as opposed to 11/9/01 as we Brits have always written such dates...unless something happened on the ninth of November that we weren't informed about) it seems that we have been become Americanised completely now. Next year we'll be banning nudity from our television screens, banning Darwin from the classrooms and introducing metal detectors in our schools.

Time to burn the Union Jack!

Time to commercialise the Royal Family. (Well...every cloud, I suppose...)

One World!

One Culture!

One war-mongering, murderous twat of a Chimpanzee in charge of it all!

All accompanied by stirring music and the great American dream of pissing on the downtrodden from a great height!