After landing in London Stansted, London, my family and I could easily drive, and our small safety details could land for David Lammy’s cabin in Kent, England. Big Dave was there to say hello.
He said: “Welcome to JD, JD.”
“I’m glad to see you again,” I replied.
“Let me tell you, Usa and the kids around you.”
I have to say that I found the place a little small and dirty, but I kept my mind about myself. I’m not there to upset anyone.
“What is this room?” I asked.
Big Dave looked blank.
One of his consultants stuffed in. “This is the bedroom,” she said.
“That’s it,” Dave echoed. “This is the bedroom.”
“Very good,” I said. Maybe the bed is a clue. Nothing goes beyond BD.
After a moment of rest, we all went downstairs. BD suggested that we go to the private chapel.
“For me,” I said. “Let’s go to the half hour of power prayer. Although it’s better to agree to the prayer agenda. Don’t want to confuse the almighty. OK. Are you ready? One, two, three, pray.”
Start a walk in the garden the next day and then have a top-notch discussion.
“Let’s start with Gaza,” Big Dave said.
“I’m fine. You go first.”
“Well, the situation is shocking. What should we do?”
“Don’t know. Donald wants to turn it into a Mediterranean Riviera resort.”
“Maybe in the future. How do we both say how shocked we are, we will have more talk about it soon?”
“This worked for me,” I said. “Let’s keep heading to Ukraine. It would be great if that guy from Zelenskyy was more grateful for what we did for him.”
“Well. I’m not sure this is the best starting point. Can we agree that the war is terrible, and President Putin needs to accept the ceasefire?”
“I need to check with the president.”
“Of course,” Big Dave nodded vigorously. “That’s it. Everything is sorted out. Without us, where will the world be. How about fishing on the lake?transparent
It was a top morning. Poor old Dave just stood there, holding his pole without a doubt, while the children were caught in the fish behind the fish.
“What am I doing wrong?” he groaned.
I had no heart to tell him that I had arranged with the frogman before to fix a bunch of fish on my kid’s hook. You don’t want to let your kids down.
There is a round of competitive prayer that only time is there, and then it’s time to move on.
“I’m glad to see you again, BD.”
“And you, JD.”
A few hours later, after a brief visit to the quaint Hampton Court Resort and Spa next to the Thames – the kids somehow managed to get lost in the maze – our convoy drove into our quaint little estate in the village of Dean in the heart of the historic Cotswolds Mountains. We were greeted by our guide for the week. A rather creepy, needy person named George Osborne.
Ozzy is a weird guy. I kept saying that he was once the Chancellor of the Exchequer and I wanted to come on his podcast. It is said that he and David Cameron are responsible for the austerity policy.
“Call me giant,” he said with a nervous smile. “Make England great again.”
I think he has been lucky these days. There is nothing better than talking about what he once became someone and for a wealthy and famous custom holiday like me. However, I don’t want to kick when a man falls. Therefore, it is best to humor him. After all, he did arrange rent.
“I’ve arranged a small drink reception,” he said. “There are only a few Conservative politicians who are eager to see you.”
Personally, I can’t think of anything. Time will be wasted in the foreseeable future and these times will fail. But the demand must be. I’m doing God’s work.
Later that night I found myself in trouble A guy named Robert Jenrickhe insisted that he was the true leader of the Conservative Party.
“Don’t you hate foreigners?” he said. “I don’t want my daughter to be surrounded by the beard of inferior cultures, and they don’t ask here. Except for the current company. No crime.”
“No.”
I woke up the next morning and turned on the radio to broadcast communism to the UK. How did Limeys deal with the socialists taking over their radio waves? Just endless white noise, taking care of foreigners. What’s wrong with a little leisure xenophobia? My phone rang. A woman is called Kemi.
“I am the leader of the Conservative Party,” she argued.
“What?”
“I” the leader of the Conservative Party. can we meet? ”
“Sorry. Busy. Busy to go to the Daylesford Farm Store. You can’t get any decent Monterey Jack cheese here.”
Click.
That’s when a policeman arrived. I was fished without a license. I could have paid a fine of £2500. But he said he would let me leave this time. That was the last time I believed Big Dave arranged an expedition for me. As the police car pulled away, I saw a group of women waving my pictures on the placard. It’s great to be wanted. The British made me feel very welcome. Oz told me they were singing, “We love you, JD Vance /Our lives are enhanced. ”
That was just a late breakfast meeting with Nigel Farage. There is someone you don’t want to be too close in the morning. His breath was cigarettes and wine. He seemed surprised that I came to the most dangerous country on Earth during the holidays. I suggest we start with a quick 45-minute prayer meeting to seek guidance from God for rounding up foreigners and deportation.
It’s almost time to go to Scotland now. Just check in with the president before the president Meet Vladimir Putin.
“How is Mr. President?” I asked.
“Everything is good, JD. All are packed, ready to travel to Russia.”
“Didn’t you say Alaska?”
“That’s what I said. Russia is Alaska.”
“are you sure?”
“Positive. Try to keep up. Win the Nobel Peace Prize.”
What might be wrong?
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