Lord Frost is a giant of British politics, a hero of Brexit and Boris’s attack dog at the forefront of the assault on the EU.
He heroically battled Brussels to secure the Brexit deal and maintain peace in Northern Ireland. If it had been down to Frau Merkel Belfast would have been put to the torch and the sound of claymores clashing would have woken sleepers up in Liverpool!
The deal was wrenched from the bloody remains of the EU and borne triumphantly back to Blighty by a score of cavorting Spitfires! It was rightly paraded down the highways and byways of the UK to thunderous applause and triumphant music. Millions of Brits stood outside of their homes openly weeping and applauding Lord Frost as he used his last reserves of strength to soak it all up.
He was our St George taking on the EU dragon with nothing but his sword (cutting British wit) and shield (faith in Brexit). He slew the heretical beast and bathed in the blood of its deal. We as a nation lapped it up.
The oven ready deal with a side serving of Northern Ireland protocol was served up to us and we tucked into it like gruel at a orphanage.
A cast iron deal, it’s foundations dug deep into the soul of Brexit, a bastion of hope for the embattled peoples of Europe desperate to follow our lead. The protocol will stay! Long live the protocol!
Unlike the EU and it’s “science” it’s time we in the UK prove that Frost won’t melt!