You know, I have worked with what are supposed to be the best people money can buy.  People educated at the finest schools at a cost to their parents way beyond what your average family could pay and do you know what I have found?  Well I will tell you, Pricks.  That is what I found.  Pricks.  Pig ignorant arrogant pricks with inflated ideas of their own importance and worth.

Not all of them but most of them.  They may select the right fork at the dinners they dress for but at the end of the day they are still pricks and most of them are crude, boorish pricks at that.  I worked with these people for long enough to realise that a few generations of wealth in their families had send them on journeys so far up their own backsides, that they could never return.

And that is what the likes of Lord Bethell, Boy David Cameron, his "fag" George Osbourne and their cronies from the Bullingdon Club are.  All Pricks.  Plumb, oily, well fed pricks who give themselves the airs of gentlemen but are really like the rat Harry Flashman from Tom Brown's Schooldays and portrayed so well by MacDonald Fraser in the Flashman Books.

"a scoundrel, a liar, a cheat, a thief, a coward—and oh yes, a toady."

And that is them all to a tee.  Now Boy David, as we know was not the brightest boy in his class, in fact he was bottom of the class and that might account for his major mistake in his personal attack on Nick Griffin BNP MEP.  Because when Cameron spoke and let his mask of being a gentleman slip, he revealed himself to be the Grade A boorish Prick he really is, whilst also revealing the fear he feels within.   Those words Cameron insulted the BNP chairman with, were to me, the first admission that our enemies know they are beaten.