...just before I lay my--admittedly handsome--head down on the pillow. God, I don't ask for much but please grant me this; That my papist friends bring back Britain into the orbit of our great Papa in Rome and slay the heathens who don't convert. Leave atheists be, better to be them than Methodist or Presbyterian. That one day Arrse dedicates a shrine to that dude Tony Blair who seemed a pretty good friend of America. We loved Churchill and the Brits came around on that one, let them come around on Tony as well. That Sergey and Domovoy get green cards to the United States, good jobs in Brighton Beach, season tickets to the NY Yankees and a good dental plan. That all the professional soccer (football) teams in GB suffer the same fate as those Argentinians dudes who crashed in the Andes and became cannibals thereby giving American football a toehold on the island. And lastly that for one day God, for only one day, there won't be any posts on Arrse predicting the economic/military dramatic and epic decline and destruction of America off the face of the planet. Odds are they'll be a f'ing memorial page to Blair on Arrse, a greeting posted from Sergey vacationing in Disney Land, and Biped leading an Arrse amateur gridiron team in pregame Hail Mary's before I ever see the last paragraph happen.