George gets another doing.
Nothing is more pitiful than a politician who has lost power except, perhaps, a newspaper mogul; which brings me to the subject of this essay, frazzled, addled, George Galloway.
George Galloway, defender of the down-trodden and the working class, who, like them, enjoys a good Havana cigar, squanders the autumn of his life telling Scotland ‘like it is’.
A firebrand laid low. Or is it prostrate? Firebrands either burn themselves out early, or end a career spent decrying the establishment, happily shouldering ermine to pocket £300 a day for signing on to snooze in a comfy, warm corner of leathered House of Lords.
Galloway has taken to highways and byways- correction: B-roads and backroads, of his homeland touring his comedy, “Jist Say Naw,” a risky choice of title considering those who would attended his abberations might decide to take him at his word and ‘just say…
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