Me: Hey, mate, just watching the Queen and James Bond. How's by you?
Terry: Who the fook is this bloody fooking Romney character?
Me: He's running for President.
Terry: President? No ...
Me: What, you don't like him?
Terry: Like him? Bloody fooking 'ell, the man is a bloody fooking idiot. You Yanks can't be serious about him, can you?
Me: According to the polls, 40% of us are.
Terry: Didn't you learn from that idiot, Bush? What the fook is wrong with you people? Why did you send this guy here?
Me: He's showing off his diplomatic skills.
Terry: Thinks he's a diplomat, does he? Bloody fool. He comes here, insults my country and my Queen, and violates our security protocols and he thinks he's a bloody fooking diplomat? Now that Mrs. Obama; she's a statesman. You gotta promise me, boyo, you can't elect that fooking idiot. Bloody fooking prick, he is.
Me: I'm doing what I can, brother.
Terry: Do more. So, how's your lovely missus ...
Terry is 65 years old, a successful businessman, and a dyed-in-the-wool Tory; no flaming lib by any measure. He is, however, a man with a lot of common sense. Why is it that only in America can a lying, two-faced turd like Romney be taken seriously? Everywhere else, they see him for the bastard he is.