I think I've pissed myself

Hypocrisy, thy name art faded footballer

photo of Gary Lineker smiling(ish) AFP
Gary Lineker looking for all the world like a muppet.

Comrade Lineker has displeased the politburo of the People's Republic of Portland Place, by likening the UK's asylum policy to [cough] a certain period in Germany's history. He's to be spoken to and reminded of his responsibilities towards the republic. After all, antagonising the government draws its unwanted attention to the PRPP's other activities.

His attempts at political interference would be less galling if he wasn't being investigated for tax efficiency, to the tune of a cool £4.9m, in doing whatever the hell it is he does for the communards at Most­Trusted­International­News­Broadcaster Towers.* As it is, it appears that the golden gobshite may not be a completely honest contributor to the tax reserves that he wants thrown so wantonly at immigrant spongers.

And it's fair to conjecture that he won't have to put up with them panhandling on the streets of Richmond upon Thames either.**


Disclosure: I dislike Gary Lineker—I think he's a cunt, and obscenely overpaid for whatever little he does—but not so much as to give him his own tag. He'll just have to share with others.

* Curiously enough, while this story is reported by several British newspapers, BBC News online appears to have overlooked it. There's never a world's most trusted international news broadcaster™ to report fairly, impartially and without fear or favour around when you need one, is there? (thinking)

** In his defence, Lineker has previously stated that he was open to welcoming refugees into his home…on a temporary basis. But that's a situation he's in control of, should he ever actually walk the walk.


The politburo has bravely decided to do nothing in response to Comrade Lineker's lapse in his responsibilities. Rather than sending him and his fellow malcontents to the Gulag—or just terminating their contacts, for they're only talking heads, and talking heads are ten-a-penny—the BBC's director general prefers to bend over and grab his ankles. So all's well that ends well.