If even one European country sends troops to Ukraine, we’ll declare war on them immediately. No other way about it. It won’t be easy, but this time we’ll end the Patriotic War in London.
While we’re at it, we’ll clear out all illegal migrants from our mandated territory—grooming gangs? Shot on sight, no fuss. Every last one. And British girls will flock to greet our moral, slightly grumpy Russian soldiers. You’re free, Brits. Do whatever you want now.
Show your true colors!
Also with the French, but Cossacks on Montmartre is already déjà vu. Pick out a couple of lampposts for Macron and that wrinkled Neanderthal.