Oi, Prime Mentalist!
Stop this phoney war now you unelected, pant pissing, illiterate, warmongering, global gonad gobbling, rectal easing, widow making piece of shit.
I'm sick to fucking death of seeing you and your droopy eyed fizzog prancing around the 'world stage', performing in yet another platitude-a-thon, in a vain attempt to find someone somewhere that would be head fucked enough to befriend you. You sure as hell haven't got any friends left, back here in Broken Britain, have you?
Bring our troops home.