We sleep safely in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would harm us.
What the ordinary man (Or Maureen) in the street sees as a noble cause, has always been shamelessly and parasitically exploited by politicians as Kipling’s ‘Tommy’ poem from 1890, perfectly describes – particularly the final stanza.
The good Councillor merely continues this fine political tradition.
Mr Kipling wrote:
You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.
For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an` Chuck him out, the brute! “
But it’s ” Saviour of ‘is country ” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
An ‘Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool – you bet that Tommy sees!