Will He Stay Or Will He Go?

Great shows last week kid.
Great shows which kept old 89 year old Reefer McBong company as he tilled his cannabis patch up at the city allotments.
Tommy my cat climbed out of a bunker looking remarkably like besieged Prime Minister Brian Cowan and yelled,
"OK, OK, lads, I will resign! But, using sacred,ancient Irish logic, I shall still be the leader of the party. Confused? How do you think I feel? I am not a quitter, but I have seen the writing on the wall. When you see "Cowan is a clown" written on every shebeen in Ireland, you know the jig is up. But as a good party man, I will work like a Polish asylum seeker in the weeks before the forthcoming massacre, I mean, election."
"What about all the debt you're in?" I cried. "What are you going to do about THAT?"
"Never fear," said Brian. "I have a cunning plan. I shall sell Ireland, county by county on eBay. Britain and America will compete against each other and I shall retreat to a mud hut in the wilds of Connemara and build a big wall around it."
I looked at the cornered Premier and said,
"Brian Cowan, you're not just a pretty face."
"Don't underestimate me!" yelled Brian. "I shall cling on to power like a barnacle
clinging on to a rock on the wild, stormy Western coast of Ireland."
"COWAN MUST STAY!" I yelled. "COWAN MUST STAY!"
Brian Cowan has been hunted like a hare through mountain, forest and glen. What horrible crime did this man COMMIT? Sure, he ran the country into debt and penury. But, even as we speak, famine ships are being built in every city, town and village in Ireland, bringing much needed work to those who shall sail far away from the green fields of Erin.
A vote for Cowan is a vote for prosperity-for bankers all over the world."
A week is a long time in politics AND purgatory.