I quit the Conservative Party in 1992. You were still in primary school, Robert, learning to tie your shoelaces.
You then spent years climbing through the very party you now pretend to despise.
You were a minister. You sat around the cabinet table.
You became Immigration Minister.
You were responsible.
You, personally, imported with enthusiasm endless scumbags, rapists and freeloaders from the third world.
You even fast-tracked their asylum applications. For Afghans, Eritreans, Libyans, Syrians, Yemenis and the Sudanese. Implementing a 10-page Home Office questionnaire rather than a proper interview.
A questionnaire, Robert. Really? Are you thick or complicit?
One of those successful applicants went on to almost behead an innocent man on our streets.
Are you going to apologise for that? Do you feel any shame or responsibility?
If it were me, I wouldn't sleep at night.
So please, spare me your sanctimonious bullshit.
You already had the power you’re so desperate to seize, Robert.
And you used that power to wildly throw open our borders to the third world, demographically transforming our country in ways none of us could ever imagine possible.
That was your choice. You were the minister, you were responsible.
The British people will never forget it, and they will never forgive you.