Good lord, where to begin? What a lazy set of non-sequiturs, ideologically-inspired, overblown clichés, and humourlessly and effortfully didactic patches of philistinism, all culminating in a redundant circularity the whiffling of which sounds like nothing so much as butterflies being broken on wheels.
A spectral '[will this do?]' sits apologetically at the end. And I thought blogging could err into the slapdash and knee-jerk. This is a whole manual of contortions worse. Anyway, enjoy.
There's also something about the set of this chap's lips. Reminds me of someone.