At last, the secret people of England have spoken.
Apparently this is a clarion call for white conservative Middle England to rise up and drive the tofu-guzzling, sandal-wearing, paedocrime-sympathising racially miscegenated lesbocracy from this proud land for ever, at which point we should slam shut the iron gates across our borders with a resounding clang and sit in our miniature suburban kingdoms eating pie and mash, watching endless TV re-runs of the Coronation and the 1966 World Cup Final and masturbating bitterly. What a cunt.
Incidentally if Littlejohn is so keen to invoke the memory of Peter Finch in Network - "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it any more!" - he might want to consider emulating Finch's character Howard Beale in that movie by being shot in the head, to death, on national television. If he did it on the BBC that would justify the licence fee all by itself in my book.