The elephantine clod, or cunt for use of a better word, that is Katie Hopkins has struck again – and this time I literally have no words.
To cut to the harrowing chase, Katie Hopkins has promised to make our childhood nightmares come true, as she has pledged to run through the streets of London stark naked with a halal sausage up her rectum, reports the Huffington Post.
Why? God only knows. But Katie insists it’s in protest to Sadiq Khan’s monumental mayoral victory two days ago, and it is without doubt the most bizarre and filthy response to the history making win for Sadiq since Paul Golding forgot which way was forward.
I genuinely feel like I’m writing a satirical article right now, but sadly (and utterly disturbingly) it’s the dark, dark truth.
The original post appeared on Twitter last Wednesday when Katie wrote:
If Sadiq Khan wins London, I will run naked down Regent Street with a sausage up my bum in protest #LondonMayor2016
— Katie Hopkins (@KTHopkins) May 4, 2016
But when Katie heard the news of Khan’s success (Sadiq’s, not Amir’s) she quickly posted these follow up tweets:
*stomps off to buy sausage* …When will people learn. Muslim turnout in many boroughs at 130%
— Katie Hopkins (@KTHopkins) May 6, 2016Advertisement
My halal sausages are in order. I am a woman of my word. https://t.co/p3kgZtRFC5 #
— Katie Hopkins (@KTHopkins) May 7, 2016
When asked why she was choosing halal meat, she replied:
— Katie Hopkins (@KTHopkins) May 7, 2016Advertisement
And how big is the sausage going to be? Well that is yet to be confirmed. But if this picture is anything to go by, Katie isn’t shy when it comes to sufficing her gargantuan appetite for a decent banger.
Just two days ago, Sadiq Khan made history with his landslide mayoral victory for becoming the first British Asian to become Mayor of London, the first Muslim to become Mayor of London, and for being victorious by the biggest mayoral voting margin of all time.
Now it looks like Katie Hopkins is set to make history after being voted in as the nation’s purest form of perpetual wankery.
What a sad time to be alive, and an even worse time to be alive if you happen to live on Regent Street. Poor bastards.