Time was when Great Britain (GB) was admired for its famous stiff upper lip, when it could not be rattled by "jolly little things, old chap." Those were the days when a Sir Winston Churchill could not go back on his word and would keep going even when it meant "going through hell". And an "Iron Lady", Baroness Thatcher, was "not for turning" in the face of whatever adversity. Then the motto for Britons was "my word is my bond" and Rwandans admired it and took it up with gusto.
Alas, those days are no more. No longer is GB unshakably reliant on its information on what's happening, within the country or without. It no longer trusts its intelligence institutions: MI5 on national affairs and MI6, international. So today the once-powerful London Metropolitan Police quivers at a wee rumour about "death squads from Rwanda" and calls upon Londoners to fend for themselves!
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