After the dramatic resignation of Donald H Rumsfeld and sweep of the democrats to power, ardent followers of the SP and the SP herself decide that there is now a good vacant spot for her to move in and right a few wrongs where no one has succeeded before her. 150,000 civilian deaths in Iraq, not to mention the loss of too many of our troops is way out of hand and something must be done, by someone else. Time is of the essence. The SP holds a round table meeting of the great and the good to see about a plan B.
Her first guest at the SP Round Table is none other than her Royal Majesty herself, the Queen, and I do not mean the Hellen Mirren version.

The SP and the Queen decide for the sake of the suffering people in Iraq, it is time to let bygones be bygones and that next summer for sure the SP will at the top of the list for her garden party. With that agreed, they then proceed to formulate a royal plan to save the day. The Queen suggests that she could hold a royal garden party in Iraq, invite all the various argy bargying sides to tea and over some freshly made jam scones and soothing violen music, sort everything and everyone out. Very few dare argue with the Queen. An excellent idea, but in case things get out of hand, the SP and the Queen decide to assemble their own army, hitherto unbeaten and a match for anyone.


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