Dear Brits: So sorry about BoJo. Really. We'll try to help, though!
Y'all have been there for us as we've struggled with having President Windrip forced on us by Russia and the Electoral College- you have come up with some of the best laugh lines, you pioneered the giant manbaby balloon, you pushed the "Show your Rump to [Redacted]" campaign, you've done all you could to lift our spirits and remind us that we're not alone in these dark times.
Well, we're here for you, too. As BoJo enters No. 10, we get it.
The horrified disbelief.
The sense of a centuries-built reputation (in your case, for all that Uber-U Stiffupperlipitude and Ultra-dignity flavored with a dash of BBC self-deprecating humor) sliding away down a greased sewer pipe.
The don't-want-to-look sensation when the morning paper arrives.
All of it. We have it too.
And we'll do our best to make BoJo as big an ass on this side of the pond as he is on yours.
Scout's honor.
Chin up and all that.
Keep calm and above all, CARRY ON!! (In the American sense this time.)
Link yer elbows, step in time... we're all on this rooftop together.
encouragingly,
Bright