Election Fever

Bloody hell!
Can you believe it....the world has gone election mad. I'm sat here on my master's rather comfortable chair and all the bloody telly box is showing is this rather broad and ugly man called Gordon.
He is a Prime Minister.
My master waffles on about government and the need to face an uncertain future.
Yikes!
Does that mean chicken strips are about to only sporadically appear in the shops?
I NEED MY CHICKEN STRIPS!
After a nice shittin, pissin and sniffin walk there is nothing nice than chewing on the saltiness of a chicken strip snack in the comfort of one's kitchen. Its always frankly delightful if you've smelt a particularly lovely dry piss on your stroll. A nice vintaged Doberman piss is my fave at the moment....are they likely to be threatened by this uncertain future?
If Gordon, the bloke on telly, is the man who threatens vintage dried Doberman piss and chicken strips....he is in for trouble.