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There is simply nothing I could be threatened with, no method of torture so heinous, no fate so wretched, that I would consent to kneel on the ground like this and hold a door open for Gordon Brown. I would rather kneel before Zod or commission Satan himself to take a personal interest in seeing me damned for all eternity than get down on my hands and knees before such a despicable odious cunt. You never see old party aides do you, this because it IS possible to die of shame. I'm choking back vomit as I type this.