Dear Mr. CaMoron

Stop! Stop this now! You are not the man you think you are: You are not a great war leader, nor is the uk yours to play with. You are just a shabby little man, wealthy through accident of birth, now in a position of power that you neither deserve nor comprehend. You tonight intend to take us to war in order to merely satisfy your fantasy of being a great leader; a war against an enemy we created through previous such folly; an enemy which our bombs will multiply a thousand fold. Can you not see, sir, that you cannot use bombs or guns against an enemy like ISIS, as that would only martyr them, and help them recruit more angry young men to their nihilistic ranks? I doubt you can, or you wouldn’t have so arrogantly dismissed those who do as ‘terrorist sympathisers”. Thus, as you are incapable of seeing this obvious, self-evident folly, as you seem intent on placing us all in greater danger, you are utterly unfit to be prime minister, and I demand you stand aside.