List of the Lost - Morrissey

Germany, the favor shall never be returned. The welfare of the
party above the welfare of the nation is there in the eyes of
Churchill, who would be booted out of office as soon as the
war ended, so trusted was he at war’s end. Although the war
against Germany was won, not by Churchill, but by Alan
Turing, history would scrub Turing out of existence due to his
very private struggle with his own homosexuality, and once
the war had been settled (thanks to Turing breaking German
secret codes), instead of British authorities lauding Turing as a
supernatural agent who unplucked questions too deep for
science in a successful effort to save all of England, they
instead persecuted Turing’s nature towards his convenient act
of self-destruction. Nicely out of the way, Turing would only
ever be recalled for his suicide, and the UK elite were spared
the humiliation of needing to praise a homosexual for saving
Britain from Hitler. Instead, all of the praise neatly fell to
Churchill, who had at least kept his whispered dalliance with
Ivor Novello under Claridge’s wraps. ‘Queen’ Elizabeth and
her mother were also hailed as World War 2 ‘heroes’, having
done nothing throughout the war but dine lavishly in protected
splendor with their manicured teeth … always … saying
nothing, saying nothing, oh so royally saying nothing ( lest
they say the wrong thing ). This is what democracy means.
Nothing forever, Rims left his deportments to those who
thought they knew better, free to escape to where your
freedom is nonetheless still checked. “Wait for me! And walk
in step!” was a comrade’s call made to Rims in Germany, and
that soft male voice, and all within it, travelled like the sound
of love, and sustained Rims for months to come, even if
possibly dying for Churchill and Roosevelt repulsed the Rims
of no choice: shoot the enemy or be shot by your own
conscripted servicemen … the military wrath shows mercy to
none, as all is unfair in love and war. We Want To Kill YOU!
blared the recruitment posters, as ugly Uncle Sam pointed to
those quite certain that they weren’t real men unless they were
the political cannon-fodder that only death could blue-ribbon.
Now, peace is regained as his television flickers from
commercial to commercial to commercial to commercial,
advertising nothing at all that he would ever want or need, yet
reminding him that he is nothing and that he will die in debt,